Boomer: Specialist, good evening.
Cally: Sir?
Boomer: Is something wrong?
Cally: No, sir, it's just... morning, sir.

Apollo: I can't stop thinking about the Olympic Carrier.
Commander Adama: That was three days ago. It's ancient history under these circumstances. Leave the second-guessing to the historians.
Apollo: But don't we have a responsibility? I mean, as leaders, don't we have an obligation to question our actions to... I don't know, to make sure the decisions that we make are the right decisions.
Commander Adama: We did what we had to do, son. A man takes responsibility for his actions, right or wrong. He accepts the consequences and lives with them. Every day.

Roslin: The military... they do love their protocol.
Billy: Well, I'm sure that if they knew you didn't like it, they'd be willing to-
Roslin: No, no, let Adama sound the trumpets. I think it makes him feel more comfortable. Maybe if he feels comfortable he'll be a little easier to deal with.
Billy: That's smart.
Roslin: No, it's not smart, it's politics.

Roslin: I think I'm going to get tired of this outfit seeing as I only have three for the rest of my life.
Billy: It looks fine.
Roslin: "Fine"?
Billy: Uh, it looks... great.
Roslin: You don't know anything about women, do you?

Roslin: He thinks I'm a total idiot, doesn't he?
Apollo: What? Uh, no, sir- no.
Roslin: It's all right.

Tyrol: What are you telling me for? Munitions go missing, you gotta go tell the master-at-arms, right now.
Boomer: I know that!
Tyrol: Sharon, you can't screw around with stuff like this-
Boomer: I'm not screwing around, okay? The only reason I didn't tell anybody is because they're gonna think I'm the one who took them!

Billy: How are things?
Dee: Things are good.
Billy: Good. You look good. I really like your hair.
Dee: My hair?
Billy: (whispering to himself) I don't know anything about women.

Apollo: Madam President, if I may? I think you should know that my father... well, this entire ceremony was his idea.
Roslin: I know. I think he's enjoying it.
Apollo: Well, actually, he hates protocol pomp and all that.
Roslin: Really?
Apollo: He's making a gesture, trying to make you feel like the president.

Boomer: What do we do? 'Cause if I report what's happened, they're gonna think I'm a Cylon agent.
Tyrol: No, they're not; no, they're not. No, no, no, why would they think that? That's crazy.
Boomer: People are getting crazy, okay? You've heard the rumors: Cylons who look like humans, sleeper agents hiding in the fleet.

Colonel Tigh: There's gonna be riots o­n those ships. Civilians don't like hearing they can't take a bath or wash their clothes or drink more than a thimble a day.
Roslin: Thank you for the warning, colonel.

Cally: Chief, take a look at this.
Tyrol: What do you got?
Cally: Not sure. It looks like burn marks from an explosive. What do you think?
Tyrol: It's, um... tough- tough to tell, it's pretty rusted out.

Helo: Well, they found your Raptor.
'Caprica' Boomer: A few or a lot?
Helo: That's what you get for coming back for me.
'Caprica' Boomer: Frak!

'Caprica' Boomer: I was sure they didn't track me coming in.
Helo: I know.
'Caprica' Boomer: I set the jiggers to pulse.
Helo: I'm sure you did.
'Caprica' Boomer: I didn't set off any detection grids, any dradis sweeps, pingers...
Helo: Never send a pilot to do an E.C.O.'s job.
'Caprica' Boomer: I can do your job.
Helo: Well, I guess that's why the toasters are crawling all over our ride outta here.

Helo: Where're we going?
'Caprica' Boomer: Don't ask questions, just follow your pilot.
Helo: Yes, sir.

Roslin: How many people know Cylons look like humans?
Colonel Tigh: Rumor mill's been working overtime. Half the ship's talking about it.
Roslin: There'll always be rumors and for most people that's all they'll ever be. I'm asking how many people actually know.
Tigh: The five people in this room, plus three marines.
Colonel Tigh: Let's keep it that way. once this gets out officially, people will be accusing each other of being Cylons for no reason at all.

Commander Adama: Please excuse me for keeping you waiting. I was called in the engine room, it'll just take a moment.
Roslin: It's all right. Some time I'd like to borrow a book or two. I only brought one with me on the flight to Galactica.
Commander Adama: What book?
Roslin: "A Murder on Picon." I have a weakness for mysteries.
Commander Adama: Ever read "Dark Day"?
Roslin: Edward Prima. I am embarrassed to say it's one of those classics I've never gotten around to reading.
Commander Adama: I think you'll enjoy it.
Roslin: Thank you. It may be a while before I get this back to you.
Commander Adama: It's a gift. Never lend books.
Roslin: Well, then, thank you for the gift.

Gaeta: I'm really looking forward to working with you, doctor.
Number Six: You have a friend!
Baltar: As am I, lieutenant.

Starbuck: And the girl wins again! Another round? Oh, c'mon guys, grace under pressure. There's nothing like losing a little money to take your mind off those 14-hour patrols.
Baltar: Mind if I sit in, lieutenant?
Starbuck: If you've got the cubits, we've got the chair. Of course, if you've got the anything to drink we'll take that in lieu of cash.

Starbuck: It's not too late to bow out.
Baltar: Now, there's an excellent suggestion. And you know what? Before proceeding any further, I should really examine my motivations for doing so. Staying in the game, I run the risk of losing my entire stake and being humiliated in front of all these lovely people.
Starbuck: "Humiliated" is a such a strong word. "Embarrassed" would be my choice.

Baltar: You do play rough, though, don't you?
Starbuck: A little too rough for you?

Crashdown: What's on your mind, Boomer?
Boomer: I don't know. I have this feeling... let's run that last sweep again.
Crashdown: You're the boss. Beginning sweep 21...
Boomer: Beginning sweep 22...
Crashdown: Boomer, I'm getting nothing again, how about you?
Boomer: I-I'm having trouble saying it.
Crashdown: What do you mean?
Boomer: I think I see... Oh, I have positive contact, yeah!
Crashdown: What do you mean? Oh... whoo! Yeah! Good call, Boomer!

Crashdown: Galactica, Crashdown. Dradis sweeps indicated it's time to break out the swim trunks because we found water. Repeat, positive water contact!
Commander Adama: Patch me in to the entire fleet.
Dee: You're connected, sir!
Commander Adama: Attention, this is the commander. We have found water. Let's go have a drink.
Crashdown: I think they're pleased, I can hear them screaming in the background.

Helo: Sharon, careful with that needle. We're running low on anti-radiation meds. Not really mom's home-cooking.
'Caprica' Boomer: Yeah? Beats eating grass and leaves.
Helo: We'll be cooking up a fine meal of twigs and moss by the end of week.
'Caprica' Boomer: You spoil me.

Helo: Can I ask you something, Sharon? Why'd you come back for me?
'Caprica' Boomer: I hate to fly alone.
Helo: C'mon... you disobeyed orders, flew back into this hellhole... I mean, not that I don't appreciate it but... why?
'Caprica' Boomer: I just couldn't leave you behind. Let's leave it at that.

Roslin: I don't want to add to your burdens. However, I have a request; I would like you to be my personal military advisor.
Apollo: I'm sorry, um... my father is the senior military officer, he should advise you.
Roslin: Oh, no, no, no, no... I don't mean to go behind your father's back. Nothing like that. I'm not looking for military advice. I'm looking for advice about the military. That little insight about your father making a gesture, it really helped me. It made me reassess the man. I would appreciate more of those insights. And you can keep your day job at the C.A.G.
Apollo: It's pronounced "CAG".
Roslin: Do you see why I need you?
Apollo: Um, so, who's going to tell my father?
Roslin: Well... ahem. Uh, I was thinking that that would be your first assignment.
Apollo: Somehow, I knew you were gonna say that.
Roslin: Thank you, Captain.

Tyrol: Hey- no, no, I told her I found it during maintenance. Listen, calm down. This is the best way to go about this, okay? Look, that puts them on the same trail that we're on, doesn't raise any suspicion to you. Listen- Hey, hey, hey... trust me on this, Sharon. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?
Boomer: Okay, yeah.
Tyrol: Don't worry, sweetie.
Boomer: I better go.
Tyrol: Okay.