Battlestar Galactica (1978)
[about to go make out with his girlfriend in a fighter launch tube]
Starbuck: Lord, I'll do anything you ask tomorrow... just don't call an alert tonight!
Commander Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Baltar: Possibly a Cylon welcoming committee?
Commander Adama: Sir, might I suggest we launch a "welcoming committee" of our own?
[Exploring the dark surface of a planet]
Starbuck: I wonder what this looks like in the daytime?
Boomer: Hey, this IS the daytime.
Starbuck: Oooh... lovely...
Apollo: No way those guys can outfight us without a 10-to-1 margin.
Zac: Apollo, look at your scanner...
[a solid wall of Cylon ships is chasing them]
Apollo: No, but 1,000-to-1, that's not fair.
Boxey: Can I fly in your ship, sir?
Apollo: Fighter planes are no place for little boys.
Serina: They're going to have to be if our people are going to survive.
Boomer: Just keep it up, old buddy, you're going to get us into real trouble.
Starbuck: Ten thousand light years from nowhere, our planet shot to pieces, people starving, and *I'm* gonna get us in trouble?
Cassiopeia: That woman is a member of the Etori sect amongst the Geminese. They don't believe in physical contact between genders, except when sacntified by the priest during High Worship of the Sun Storm, which comes once only every seven years!
Starbuck: No wonder those little buggers are such good card players.
Boomer: Every creature in the universe is out to exterminate us, and you want to hire a vocal group?
Cylon Warrior: Atlantia Death Squadron, Attack!
Starbuck: You certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.
Imperious Leader: Welcome, Baltar. I have grave news. A handful of Colonials prevail, but we will soon find them.
Baltar: What of our bargain? My colony was to be spared!
Imperious Leader: I now alter the bargain.
Baltar: How can you change one side of a bargain?
Imperious Leader: When there is no other side. You have missed the entire point of the war.
Baltar: But I have no ambitions against you!
Imperious Leader: Could you think me so foolish as to trust a man who would see his own race destroyed?
Baltar: Not destroyed, subjugated, under me.
Imperious Leader: There can be no survivors. So long as one human remains alive, the Alliance is threatened.
Baltar: Surely you don't mean me?
Imperious Leader: We thank you for your help, Baltar. Your time is at an end.
Baltar: No! You can't! You still need meAAAAAAARRRRGHHH!
[a Cylon slits Baltar's throat]
[Admring Starbuck's space fighter]
Cassiopeia: It's a perfect machine! Born to dance amongst the stars!
Starbuck: Yeah, it's bumping into them that has me worried.
Lieutenant Starbuck: I had this, uh, wonderful speech all prepared -
Cassiopeia: About this being your last night here? About possibly not seeing another night as beautiful as this one, or another girl as beautiful as I am, ever again?
Lieutenant Starbuck: Yeah, well, that speech is a little better than the one I had. Would you mind if I borrowed it on some future occasion?
Baltar: And what is the standing order, for humans, from your Imperious Leader?
Baltar: Then carry out your orders.
Imperious Leader: The final annihilation of the lifeform known as Man. Let the attack begin.
Imperious Leader: You are Baltar?
[Baltar laughs contemptuously]
Baltar: As if you don't remember!
Imperious Leader: My predecessor has left me with a difficult choice.
Baltar: Your... predecessor?
Imperious Leader: Was destroyed by your peers. A foolish miscalculation of the will of your people.
Sire Uri: Warriors are always the last to recognize the inevitability of change.
Lieutenant Starbuck: What if we miss a mine?
Boomer: One of us will be the first to know.
[Apollo, Starbuck, and Boomer are destroying a minefield]
Athena: Now, *that* is precision flying.
Woman on Duty: Section 12, launch bay alpha, stand by to launch fighter probe.
Capt. Apollo: Affirmative.
Woman on Duty: Vector coordinates coded and transferred, acknowledge?
Capt. Apollo: Acknowledged. Ready to launch
Woman on Duty: Core systems, transferring control to probe craft, launch when ready.