Number Six: If you would give yourself over to God's will, you'd find peace in His love like I have.

Baltar: Can you help me with this zipper?

Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final analysis, little more than toasters... with great-looking legs.

Its all so pointless. We kill them, and they kill us, so we kill more of them, so they kill more of us. What's the point anymore?

Number Six: It is what makes you human.

Baltar: Is it? Not conscious thought? Not poetry, or art, or music, literature? Murder. Murder is my heritage...

Love is a strange and wonderful thing, Chief — you be happy you experienced it all — even if it was with a machine.

Doc Cottle: Hey! Will you stop going crazy in there?

Baltar: I'm not crazy!

Baltar: So who or what are you, exactly?

Number Six: I am an angel of God sent here to protect you. To guide you, to love you.

Baltar: To what end?

Number Six: To the end of the human... more

The nature of modern life is obsession

But there's a trick to being human, you have to think only about yourself.

The whole crew knows this man tried to stab me in the neck!...And you missed! Butterfingers!