Battlestar Galactica (1978)
Lt. Starbuck: [having been invited into a fighter launch tube by Cassiopeia] Lord, I'll do anything you ask tomorrow... just, uh, don't call an alert tonight!
Cmdr. Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Baltar: Possibly a Cylon welcoming committee.
Cmdr. Adama: Sir, might I suggest we launch a "welcoming committee" of our own?
Baltar: Mr. President, there remain many hostile feelings amongst our warriors. The likelihood of an unfortunate incident with all those pilots in the sky at once.
President Adar: Did you hear that, Commander?
Cmdr. Adama: Sir, did Count Baltar suggest that our forces sit here totally defenseless?
President Adar: My friend, we are on a peace mission. The first peace man has known in a thousand years.
[Exploring the dark surface of a planet]
Lt. Starbuck: I wonder what this looks like in the daytime?
Lt. Boomer: Hey, this *is* the daytime.
Lt. Starbuck: Oooh... lovely...
Capt. Apollo: No way those guys can outfight us without a 10-to-1 margin.
Lieutenant Zac: Apollo, better look at your scanner.
[a solid wall of Cylon raiders is chasing them]
Capt. Apollo: No, but 1,000-to-1, that's not fair.
Lieutenant Zac: What does it mean?
Capt. Apollo: It means there isn't going to be any peace! There may not be much of anything if we don't warn the fleet!
Lt. Boomer: Just keep it up, old buddy, you're going to get us into real trouble.
Lt. Starbuck: Ten thousand light years from nowhere, our planets shot to pieces, people starving, and *I'm* gonna get us in trouble? What the matter with you? I tell you... yeah, well, we may as well live for today! We might not have many left!
Lt. Starbuck: I'm just curious about what all that excitement was about back on the barge.
Cassiopeia: That woman is a member of the Otori sect amongst the Geminese. They don't believe in physical contact between genders, except when sanctified by the priest during High Worship of the Sun Storm, which comes once only every seven years!
[Starbuck remembers a card game he was playing before the Galactica ordered battle-stations drill, which had suddenly turned into the real thing]
Lt. Starbuck: No wonders those little buggers are such good card players.
Lt. Boomer: [to Starbuck] Every creature in the universe is out to exterminate us, and you want to hire a vocal group?
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 me! ARGH!
[a Cylon Centurion slits Baltar's throat]
[Admiring Starbuck's space fighter]
Cassiopeia: It's beautiful, isn't it? It's a perfect machine! Born to dance amongst the stars!
Lt. Starbuck: Yeah, it's bumping into them that has me worried.
Cassiopeia: Why did you volunteer, Starbuck?
Lt. Starbuck: Well, *somebody* had to do it.
Cassiopeia: Did Apollo made you?
Lt. Starbuck: Yes... you certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.
Cassiopeia: Did you ever take that smoldering weed out of your mouth?
Lt. 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?
Lt. 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: If a handful of survivors did indeed escape, they would have neither fuel nor food for a prolonged voyage.
Cylon Centurion: The information is not complete. It is offered in exchange for life.
Baltar: And what is the standing order, for humans, from your Imperious Leader.
Cylon Centurion: Extermination.
Baltar: Then carry out your orders. If they exist, they're doomed.
Cylon Centurion: By your command.
Imperious Leader: Speak, Centurion.
Cylon Centurion: All base ships are now in range to attack the Colonies.
Imperious Leader: The final annihilation of the lifeform known a Man. Let the attack begin.
Capt. Apollo: The Nova of Madagon is not a nova at all, but a starfield so bright, our cockpits will be sealed to prevent blindness. We'll navigate by scanners and clear everything out of our path with turbo lasers. Are you feeling alright, Starbuck? You're fidgeting around like a daggit on a sunspot.
Lt. Starbuck: Well, it's my bio-pulse-line, sir. You see, it's a bad time for me to be cooped up in a cockpit.
Lt. Boomer: Starbuck's being polite... since he got a steam burn.
Capt. Apollo: I don't think I want to ask you how you got it, because I need you on this mission. I didn't choose you to help lead us through without a great deal of anguish. But if it'll do any good, let me assure you that should we fail... no one will survive. The rest of our friends must sit in anticipation of our skill.
Lt. Starbuck: Or lack thereof...
[Apollo, Starbuck and Boomer are destroying a minefield]
Colonel Tigh: It's working, Commander. They're clearing a path 100 maxims wide.
Athena: Now, *that* is precision flying.
Woman on Duty: Section 12, launch bay alpha, stand by to launch fighter probe.
Capt. Apollo: Acknowledged. Input recorded and functioning.
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.
President Adar: Baltar, my friend, this armistice conference would not have been possible with your tireless work. You have secured for yourself a place in the history books.
Baltar: [smiling humbly] That the Cylons chose me as their liason to the Quorum of the Twelve was an act of... providence, not skill.
President Adar: I see the party is not a huge success with all my children.
Cmdr. Adama: What awaits us out there is what troubles me.
President Adar: Surely, you don't cling to your suspicions about the Cylons. They *asked* for this armistice. They *want* peace.
Cmdr. Adama: Forgive me, Mr. President, but they hate us with every fiber of their existence. We love freedom, we love independence. To feel, to question, to resist oppression. To them, it's an alien way of existing... they will never accept.
President Adar: But they *have*. Through Baltar, they have sued for peace.
Cmdr. Adama: [unconvinced] Yes... of course, you're right.
Cmdr. Adama: Mr. President, I request permission to leave the fleet. I have reason to suspect our home planets may face imminent attack.
[Cylon raiders blast away at the bridge of the Atlantia and portions of the bridge explode]
Cmdr. Adama: Maintain contact!
[the communication image of Adar distorts, then clears]
President Adar: [horror-stricken] How could I have been so completely wrong? I have led the entire human race to ruin!
[a Cylon raider blasts one of the Atlantia's anti-assault batteries and the explosion surges into the bridge, knocking out communications]
Cmdr. Adama: [alarmed] Mr. President!
Boxey: Can I fly in your ship, sir?
Capt. Apollo: Fighter planes are no place for little boys.
Serina: They're going to have to be if our people are going to survive. We must fight back.
Cmdr. Adama: Yes, we are going to fight back. But not here, not now, not in the Colonies. Not even in this star system. Let the word go forth to every man, woman and child who survived this holocaust. Tell them to set sail at once in every assorted vehicle that will carry them.
Cmdr. Adama: And the word went forth to every outpost of human existence, and they came: the Aries, the Gemons, the Virgos, the Scorpios, the Pisceans and the Sagittarians. In all, 220 ships representing every colony, color and creed in the star system. The human race might have one more chance. But first, it would have to survive the alliance, the elements and the unknown dark and sinister threats that would lie ahead.
Athena: Commander, we're picking up some attack signals between Purple and Orange Squadrons. We don't *have* Purple and Orange Squadrons.
Cmdr. Adama: Purple and Orange?
Colonel Tigh: Starbuck and Apollo?
Cmdr. Adama: Lord help them both!
Imperious Leader: Recall all Raiders to defend base ship.
Cylon Centurion: Our Raiders are all destroyed.
Imperious Leader: All destroyed? How? We took them by surprise.
Cylon Centurion: Apparently, it was not as big a surprise as we had hoped for.