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.

So say we all...

Bill Adama: "I always look good."

Tigh: "Look in the mirror..."

Starbuck: Permission to speak off the record, sir?

Tigh: Granted.

Starbuck: You're a bastard.

Thrace: I have my flaws, too.

Tigh: The difference is my flaws are personal. Yours are professional.

Thank the gods l didn't have kids.

Turns out there's another kind of Cylon we didn't know about, and I'm one of them.

If I had the guts to airlock myself when I first found out, we wouldn't be in this mess.

Take Hera and go to Baltar's people, no one wants to go near those nut jobs.

Starbuck's crazy as a latrine rat...