Battlestar Galactica Quotes

Crewman Specialist Cally: [analyzing the bio-mechanical Cylon Raider captured by Starbuck, Tyrol crawls inside the Raider with a flashlight while Cally reads him Starbuck's notes] Starbuck's notes on the Cylon Raider are a mess! She said the engine power-up sequence began... "By squeezing something that looks like a red ligament with blue veins on the right side... coming out of a

sack of gooey fluid... shaped like a dog".
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a bunch of veins and ligaments and sacks of goo!
Crewman Specialist Cally: "... Squeeze the ligament with your hand, while you slide your weight on your left hip, into the lymphatic sack... "
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol:

Well, that's just stupid!
Crewman Specialist Cally: [Col. Tigh arrives] Oh, afternoon sir.
Col. Saul Tigh: Specialist. Chief's inside?
Crewman Specialist Cally: Yeah.
Col. Saul Tigh: Chief?
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Yes, sir?
Col. Saul Tigh: How's it

coming in there?
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Ah, I'm getting there, sir. Haven't quite figured out all the tricks but I'm getting there.

Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: [Socinus has been mortally injured and Tyrol has to euthanize him with an overdose of morphine] Hey, buddy. It's the Chief. How you doing?
Crewman Specialist Socinus: [wheezing] What's going on Chief?
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Oh, you know... listening to the birds. I uh... I got a little something for the

pain...
[injects Socinus with the morphine overdose]
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Good news, buddy. They got a rescue party here. Raptor's just landed. We're going to put you on it and take you back to Galactica, okay?
Crewman Specialist Socinus: We're going home?
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Yeah. Going home.
[tears

well up in his eyes]
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: [Socinus dies]

Col. Saul Tigh: I can't believe you sided with that woman against the Old Man, I wouldn't do that if you put a gun to my head, and you did! As far as I'm concerned you're not fit to wear the uniform.
Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama: Yeah, you're right about that part, I am not fit to wear the uniform.
[pause]
Captain Lee 'Apollo'

Adama: And maybe I never was. Then again neither are you.
[turns to Tigh]
Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama: But this isn't my ship, it sure as hell isn't yours. It's his, and when he wakes up, he'll decide what to do with the both of us.
[leaves sickbay to return to his cell]

Romo Lampkin: I understand that you had a romantic relationship with my client.
Number Six: Gaius Baltar is a brilliant, gifted human being. In the time I've known him, he's made a sport out of mendacity and deception. He is narcissistic, feckless, self-centered, and vain. I'm the one who should have stabbed him.
President Laura

Roslin: Things are looking up.

Admiral Helena Cain: [Cain comes to the cell of Number Six/Gina, the tortured Cylon POW who is collapsed in a heap on the floor] Well, I see that you got it to eat. That's progress, I suppose. Can you get it to roll over... beg? See what it can make of these.
[hands Baltar some recon photos]
Admiral Helena Cain: You know this thing used to sit in our

mess and eat our food, and listen to our stories. Didn't you? You just sat there... listening to us, pretending to be our friend, didn't you?
[Cain kicks Gina in the ribs]

Racetrack: Been playing with these cards for so long, I know every fold.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: So life's a bitch. What do you want to do, cry about it?
Racetrack: No, I just want it to end, okay? The bad food, the endless rotations, pretending that a card game is the high point of our day.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck'

Thrace: It's not going to last forever, all right? Earth is out there.
Racetrack: Right. We could all be chasing our tails over some half-assed planetarium show.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: And you guys can all go to hell. I'm going to go find Helo.
Racetrack: Good idea... maybe that Cylon whore taught him a few

tricks!
[Starbuck calmly turns around, walks over to Racetrack, then violently grabs Racetrack by the neck and slams her head into the card table]

Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: [Tyrol is working on Starbuck's captured cylon raider] What seems to be the trouble, Chief?
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Well, your new boyfriend's a bit of a jerk, sir.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: It's a girl.
Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Well, if you don't mind her goo all over your

face, you're welcome to her, sir.