To marriage. Why we build bars.

Lt. Kara Thrace: Why can't we use the starboard launch?

CPO Galen Tyrol: It's a gift shop now.

Thrace: Frak me.

Specialist Cally: Chief, my shift's over if you need help...
Chief Galen Tyrol: Get away.
Cally: I'm not sorry I shot her. If I had the chance I would do it again. She played you from day one, she... more

Cally: (exhausted from walking) What do you say we take five?
(Chief Tyrol is still in a state of shock from having lost Tarn to a surprise attack by the Cylons and leans against a tree)
Cally:... more

Tyrol: There must be some kind of way out of here.

Tigh: Said the Joker to the thief.

Anders: There's too much confusion here.

Tory: I can't get no relief.

I'm just tired of people. Human. Cylon. Whatever.

Galen Tyrol: What do we do now, Captain?
Kara Thrace: Same thing we always do. Fight them until we can't.

Specialist Cally: Chief, my shift's over if you need help...
Chief Galen Tyrol: Get away.
Cally: I'm not sorry I shot her. If I had the chance I would do it again. She played you from day one, she... more

Brother Cavil: Do you know how useless prayer is? Chanting, and singing, and mucking about with old half-remembered lines of bad poetry? And you know what it gets you? Exactly nothing.

Tyrol: Are... more

Welcome home, Mr. President. (Pistol-whips Baltar, knocking him unconscious)