Commander Adama: Mr. President, I request permission to leave the Fleet. I have reason to suspect our home planets may face immiment attack.
[Cylon raiders blast away the bridge of the Atlantia and portions of its bridge explode.]
Commander Adama: Maintain contact!
[The communication image of Adar distorts, then clears.]
President Adar: How could I have been so completely wrong? I have led the entire human race to ruin...
Commander Adama: Mr. President, it wasn't your fault. You didn't lead us to this disaster. We were led!
President Adar:[last words] Baltar! I don't believe it...
[A Cylon raider blasts one of the Atlantia's anti-assault batteries and the explosion surges into the bridge, knocking out communications.]
Commander Adama: Mr. President!
Lieutenant Zac: Nice shooting, but...they hit my high engine!
Captain Apollo: That's okay, little brother; we got all of 'em. The day those guys can outfight us without a ten-to-one margin.
Lieutenant Zac: Apollo, better look at your scanner.
[A solid wall of Cylon raiders is chasing them.]
Captain Apollo: All but a thousand to one, that's not fair.
Lieutenant Zac: What does it mean?
Captain Apollo: It means there's isn't going be any peace. There might not be much of anything if we don't warn the Fleet!
Lieutenant Zac: Do it. I'm short an engine; you know I won't be able to keep up with you.
Captain Apollo: Zac, I'm not gonna leave you!
Lieutenant Zac: You have to! I'm putting my foot on that turbo. I'll make it back ahead of 'em, now go on! You've gotta warn the Fleet! I'll be all right.
Captain Apollo:[sighs] You can fly with me any time, little brother. Good luck!
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?
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: Commander?
Commander Adama: Sir, did 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 yahrens.
Cylon Centurion: By your command.
The Imperious Leader: Speak, Centurion.
Cylon Centurion: All base ships are now in range to attack the colonies.
The Imperious Leader: The final annihilation of the life form known as man. Let the attack begin.
Boxey: Can I ride in your ship, sir?
Captain 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.
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 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.
Baltar: What ships? How far will they go? 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.
Lieutenant Athena: Starbuck, listen to me! The colonies are gone! All of them!
Lieutenant Starbuck: What are you talking about, gone?!
Lieutenant Starbuck: I didn't say anything. 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 Gemonese. They don't believe im physical contact between genders, except when sanctified by the priest during High Worship of the Sun Storm, which comes once only every seven yahrens.
[Starbuck is remembering a card game he was playing before the Galactica ordered battle-stations drill, which had suddenly turned into the real thing.]
Lieutenant Starbuck: No wonder those little buggers are such good card players.
[Admiring Starbuck's space fighter]
Cassiopeia: It's beautiful, isn't it? It's a perfect machine, born to dance among the stars...
Lieutenant Starbuck: Yeah, it's bumping into them that has me worried.
Cassiopeia: Why did you volunteer, Starbuck?
Lieutenant Starbuck: Well, somebody had to do it.
Cassiopeia: Did Apollo make you?
Lieutenant Starbuck: Yes...you certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.
Cassiopeia: Do you ever take that smoldering weed out of your mouth? [She kisses him.]
Lieutenant Starbuck: I have this wonderful speech all prepared...
Cassiopeia: About this being your last night here? About possibly not seeing another night as this one, or another girl as beautiful as I am, ever again?
Lieutenant Starbuck: Yeah, well, that speech is a little better that the one I had. Would you mind if I borrowed it on some future occasion?
Lieutenant Starbuck:(having been invited into a launch tube by Cassiopeia) Oh, Lord, I'll do anything you ask tomorrow. Just, uh...don't call an alert tonight.
Lieutenant Boomer: What if we miss a mine?
Captain Apollo: One of us will be the first to know.
The 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!
The Imperious Leader: I now alter the bargain.
Baltar: How can you change one side of a bargain?
The 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.
The 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!
The 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.
The Imperious Leader: We thank you for your help, Baltar. Your time is at an end.
Baltar: No! You can't! [A Cylon Centurion begins to draw his sword.]
The Imperious Leader: No. [orders his Cylon Centurion to stop.] Not now, Centurion. Remove him for public execution.
[Exploring the dark surface of the planet Carillon]
Lieutenant Starbuck: I wonder this looks like in the daytime.
Lieutenant Boomer: Hey, this is the daytime.
Lieutenant Starbuck: Oooh...lovely.
Cylon Centurion: The warriors continue to advance, at least six squadrons.
The Imperious Leader: Recall all raiders to defend base ship!
Cylon Centurion: Our raiders are all destroyed.
The 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.
The Imperious Leader: Retreat closer to Carillon! Below their scanners!
Cylon Centurion: There are reports of fires on Carillon. It is dangerous to move closer.
The Imperious Leader: I said lower! Or they will destroy us!
Cylon Centurion: By your command.
The Imperious Leader: You are Baltar?
Baltar:[chuckles] It's as if you don't remember, hmm?
The Imperious Leader: My predecessor has left me with a difficult choice.
The Imperious Leader: Was destroyed by your peers. A foolish miscalculation of the will of your people.
Baltar: I...I tried to warn him! I...I could've prevented his...!
The Imperious Leader: Yes. I have examined your addendum suggesting you would be able to locate the humans.
Baltar: Why, yes. Oh, yes. I...I think as they do. I...I know where they will go, what they must do...
The Imperious Leader: I find your reasoning logical.
Baltar: Then...I am to be...
The Imperious Leader: Spared.
Baltar: To serve the Empire!
The Imperious Leader: No. To serve your people. To help us extend the hand of truce.
The Imperious Leader: My predecessor was programmed at a time when our Empire was less capable of tolerance. Now that we are omnipotent, we can afford to be more charitable. You will explain my policy of good will. I have spared you. I will spare them.
Baltar: They are...not likely to be receptive.
The Imperious Leader: I will send with you a base star, entirely under your command. Lucifer!
Commander Adama: Since the return of our warriors with the prisoners from the Alliance of the planet Terra, the fleet has been in a state of constant confusion. If this Terra is in fact the planet Earth it is we seek, our flight across the universe may have been in vain. For we will have eluded the Cylons only to be faced by an equally oppressive human enemy. As usual, of late, the Council, led by Sire Domra, is in total opposition to me. They wish to release the prisoners and to have an unarmed peace envoy with them to their outpost on Lunar Seven. I am afraid that the Council is bent on repeating the same mistakes that led to the destruction of our colonies at the hands of the Cylons. I am determined that shall not happen again so long as I am in command. In the meantime, I have ordered the fleet to full alert and taken a shuttle to the prison barge to interrogate personally the Eastern Alliance enforcers.
Baltar: The micron the hatch opens, you will eliminate all guards. Take as many hostages as possible.
Commandant Leiter: Don't worry. We are quite capable of such operations.
Baltar: Yes, I'm sure you are. Maga, you and your Nomen will accompany me to the lift. We can be on the Bridge in a matter of microns.
There are those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians, or the Toltecs, or the Mayans...that they may have been the architects of the Great Pyramids, or the lost civilizations of Lemuria, or Atlantis. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man, who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens.
Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last Battlestar Galactica leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest... a shining planet known as Earth.
Isaac Asimov: Well, I liked Star Wars. I thought Battlestar Galactica was such a close imitation of Star Wars, emphasizing the less attractive portions, that I was a little impatient with it.
Asimov: Battlestar Galactica for instance, started off with twenty to thirty minutes of space battles which looked exactly like air battles in World War I. You could swear that the space ships were surrounded by air the way the maneuvered. One felt it was unworthy.
SWA Magazine: The Vipers in Battlestar Galactica look like jets. Is this a realistic design for the future?
Asimov: It is as if people in the 1880s were writing fantasy stories about airplanes of the future and they had the pilots lean back at the wheel and yell "whoa" and the airplane came to a halt in mid-air.