Battlestar Galactica (1978)

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Battlestar Galactica is a 1978 science fiction television series, 1978 feature film, and 1980 science fiction television series (also called Galactica 1980).

1978 theatrical film[edit]

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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.

Commander Adama: And the word went forth to every outpost of humanity, and they came – the Aries, the Gemons, the Virgos, the Scorpios, the Pisceans and the Sagitarrans. In all, two hundred and twenty 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.

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.

Commander Adama: We've come so far, so quickly. There's been little time for reason. What is the secret behind the existence of this outpost on the outer rim of our star system? There are many such oases for intergalactic travelers, but none so far off the arteries of trade, and none so curiously close a tylium mine. Fuel has begun to arrive from the Ovion mines, but in curiously small quantities. Now I feel the growing need for extraordinary measures of precaution. The ships continue to hover over the planet, supported by maintenance crews whose spirits are depleted as their numbers. Everyone seems to have forgotten our flight from the Cylons. The beauty and wiles of Carillon hold our people spellbound.

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.
Baltar: Your...predecessor?
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 epistle 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.
Baltar: 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!

1978 TV series[edit]

Lost Planet of the Gods, Part 1[edit]

The Imperious Leader: I have examined your epistle 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: Lucifer! [Lucifer approaches the Imperious Leader and stands next to Baltar] I'm sending you a base ship entirely under your command.
Lucifer: [walking with Baltar] It will be my pleasure, Baltar. I think I can assure you, with some sense of pride, you will inherit the most capable Centurions in all the Empire.

Baltar: [to Lucifer] Do not fence with me, my friend. Everything is still proceeding according to my plan, except you have not captured one of their pilots, as I ordered.
Lucifer: To assure such a capture, we would have to risk being discovered. You ordered us out of the Galactica‍'‍s scanner range.
Baltar: They send out patrols, do they not? Capture one!

The Living Legend, Part 1[edit]

Lieutenant Sheba: You will maintain silence until we land aboard the Battlestar Pegasus.
Captain Apollo: Pegasus?! But that's just not possible!
Lieutenant Starbuck: Do you know whose ship that was?
Captain Apollo: Cain, one of the greatest military leaders who ever lived. He was my idol!

War of the Gods, Part 2[edit]

Count Iblis: [referring to Lieutenant Sheba] Let her go! I command it!!
Captain Apollo: You command no one who does not willingly give you dominion! You have no power over me!
Count Iblis: You know who I am?
Captain Apollo: Yes, I finally know.

The Man with Nine Lives[edit]

Commander Adama: It has been twelve sectons since Baltar's surrender and our encounter with the advanced race, the mysterious ones who gave us coordinates which presumably would guide us to the planet Earth. No reference of time seems apparent in the curious directions so it's impossible to know whether we can expect to find Earth tomorrow or many yahrens from now. But our scouts have located increased signs of the trail taken by our ancestors, the Thirteenth Tribe. In my heart, I feel we are getting close. Celebrations are everywhere. Our people's expectations grow with every passing centar. We've given our weary combat pilots time for leisure and rejuvenation. Food, water and hope.

Murder on the Rising Star[edit]

Commander Adama: Our scouts have sent back word of yet another planet among the coordinates given to us by our mysterious super race. More and more often, the planets we come across bear signs of the lost Thirteenth Tribe. We are getting closer to Earth. And once we have plotted her precise location, we will carefully formulate a plan for observing and sampling her culture. Too sudden an appearance from their relations in space could send our sister world into a wave of culture shock from which she might never recover. And are the inhabitants of Earth far in advance of us in their development or merely primitive animals fallen from a greater time? I feel we will soon know.

Greetings from Earth[edit]

Commander Adama: By the good graces of the Lords of Kobol, the Galactica continues to lead her flock of survivors towards the coordinates, given us by those great white lights that vanished as mysteriously as they first appeared. There are those who speculate that those lights, advanced ships really, might have come from Earth, giving us great hope that they have a highly developed technology. Even now, our long range scouts patrol the quadrants, watching for signs that indicate we are drawing close.

Captain Apollo: I want you to discontinue your work at once.
Doctor Wilker: Captain, I'm afraid you don't have the authority to–
Captain Apollo: I'm not asking you; I'm ordering you out of the ship!

Security Officer Reese: Halt!! In the name of the Council, I order you to stop!!
Lieutenant Boomer: Don't fire into that ship! You'll take out the whole landing bay! You are in trouble, officer!

Commander Adama: The ships have been gone for almost a secton now, and still no word. The Council has asked me to appear before them for an inquiry.

Baltar's Escape[edit]

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.
Maga: And once we control the Bridge...
Baltar: We control the Galactica!

Experiment in Terra[edit]

Commander Adama: It is now seven sectars since the escape of our captives, numbering amongst them, a group of Nomen and the dangerous soldiers from the Eastern Alliance, whose ominous destroyers apparently cruise these skies in search of any opposition to their political will. I have a recon patrol launched to track the escaping destroyer to its base on Lunar Seven. Once located, we can assess the strength of the Alliance on the outpost and determine our next step.

Taglines[edit]

  • 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.
    • Commander Adama

About[edit]

  • 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.
  • "Southwest Airlines Magazine." (1979) [1]
  • I was vested emotionally in Battlestar, I really loved the thematic things. I don’t feel it really got its shot, and I can’t blame anyone else, I was at the center of that.
But circumstances weren’t in our favor to be able to make it cheaper or to insist we make two of three two-hour movies [instead of a weekly one-hour series] to get our sea legs.
  • Glen Larson [2]

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