Admiral William Adama: [after being relieved of command and witnessing Private Jaffee being shot dead] I want you all to understand this! If you do this, there will be no forgiveness! No amnesty! This boy died honoring his uniform. You, you'll die with nothing!"
President Laura Roslin: [addressing the fleet on the wireless during the mutiny] Women and men of the fleet. This is your president. We have come to a crossroads in our long and painful journey. Of all the decisions that I have had to make since assuming the presidency, none was more frightening or more difficult than agreeing to this alliance with the Cylons. But we have come to a crossroads in our long and painful journey. Cylons and humans have been at war for generations; we know nothing else. And we have been locked in a struggle that has seen both sides suffer unspeakable loss. But with our supplies running low and our options limited, our former enemies may represent our last, perhaps our only hope. To those in the fleet and in Galactica who would reject this alliance, I am asking you. No, I am begging you to reconsider and place your trust back in those who have brought you this far, and to reject those traitors who would use your fear of the Cylons to destroy Colonial civilization a...
[transmission is cut off]
Tom Zarek: [just killed Chief Petty Officer Laird, who was about to inform CIC of Zarek's departure]
Tom Zarek: He won't be the last.
Lt. Felix Gaeta: Get on that ship.
Tom Zarek: Not yet.
Lt. Felix Gaeta: [getting agitated] Damn it, I need you to...
Tom Zarek: I know what you need. I also know a little about revolution. Success doesn't hinge on some grand operatic idea or "the will of the people." It hangs in the cumulative moments, each one building on the next, and it can be lost with the slightest hesitation!
Lt. Felix Gaeta: I started this, and I'll see it through! Now get on that frakking ship!
Lee Adama: [after Starbuck rescues Lee from being killed by mutineers who were his former comrades] Skulls? Racetrack? Gods, I flew with them!
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: Semper frakkin fi!
President Laura Roslin: [trying to convince an unsympathetic Baltar to let her use his wireless to make a fleet wide broadcast] The thing is that I never really believed in your conversion, so I was counting on your well-honed sense of self-preservation.
Dr. Gaius Baltar: I'm so sick of your insinuations. I recall your sudden allegiance to the priestess Elshoa and the Scrolls of Pythia the last time your political fortunes were in doubt. Tell me, how is that working for you now?
President Laura Roslin: If it makes you happy, maybe we're both frauds and this is our last chance to atone.
President Laura Roslin: Felix Gaeta. Who would have thought? You probably knew him better then anyone back on New Caprica.
Dr. Gaius Baltar: Well, obviously his loyalties were divided even back then. Seems we both made rather bad choices when it comes to our Presidential aides-de-camp, wouldn't you say?
[making reference to Tory Foster, Roslin's Chief of Staff who was eventually revealed to be a Cylon. Roslin reluctantly nods her head in agreement with Baltar]
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: [Starbucks shoots the marine who is about to execute Lee] Take it from someone who died once. It's no fun. Let him go.
Lt. Hamish 'Skulls' McCall: Frak you!
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: [Starbuck immediately shoots Skulls in the shoulder] I can do this all day. Who's next? Racetrack? Connor?
Charlie Connor: Let him go.
[Lee is released by another marine who is holding him]
Lee Adama: All right, we need to get the hell out of here. Kara, now!
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: [to the group who were holding Lee] Follow me. Please.