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?
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?
(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!
(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?