President Laura Roslin: If you're a Cylon, I'd like to know.

Commander William Adama: If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed.

I'll tell you the secret to hangovers. Don't stop drinking.

All right, that's it! No more Mr. Nice Gaius!

[Starbuck's in the brig]
Apollo: What's the charge this time?
Starbuck: Striking a superior asshole.

Bitch stole my ride.

Adama: Morning, Starbuck, what do you hear?
Starbuck: Nothin' but the rain.
Adama: Grab your gun and bring the cat in.
Starbuck: Aye-aye, sir.

Take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles, and stick 'em someplace safe

Cmdr. William Adama: We need to start having babies.
Col. Saul Tigh: Is that an order?

Starbuck: Permission to speak off the record, sir?
Tigh: Granted.
Starbuck: You're a bastard

You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.