Battlestar Galactica (1978)
[about to go make out with his girlfriend in a fighter launch tube]
Lt. 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]
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 ships is chasing them]
Capt. Apollo: No, but 1,000-to-1, that's not fair.
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.
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 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 sanctified by the priest during High Worship of the Sun Storm, which comes once only every seven years!
Lt. Starbuck: No wonder 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?
Lt. Starbuck: [to Cassiopeia] 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 me AAAAAAARRRRGHHH!
[a Cylon Centurion slits Baltar's throat]
[Admiring Starbuck's space fighter]
Cassiopeia: It's a perfect machine! Born to dance amongst the stars!
Lt. Starbuck: Yeah, it's bumping into them that has me worried.
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 baseships are now in range to attack the Colonies.
Imperious Leader: The final annihilation of the lifeform known a Man. Let the attack begin.
Sire Uri: Warriors are always the last to recognize the inevitability of change.
[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: That the Cylons chose me as their liason to the Quorum of the Twelve was an act of... providence, not skill.
Commander Adama: What awaits 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.
Commander Adama: Forgive me, Mr. President, but they hate us with every fiber of their existence. We love freedon, 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.
Commander Adama: Yes... of course you're right.
Commander 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]
Commander 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]
Commander Adama: [alarmed] Mr. President!
Serina: We must fight back.
Commander 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 world go forth to every man, woman and child who survive this holocaust. Tell them to set sail at once in every assorted vehicle that will carry them.
Commander 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.