Épisode La Fête Coloniale S01E11 - Battlestar Galactica Saison 1

Cloud 9 –Park Area
Radio Engineer: Got it? Test, test... there.
McManus: We o­n?
Radio Engineer: Frak, we're o­n, go, go!
McManus: Live, from Cloud 9, the most luxurious cruise ship in the fleet, it's the Colonial Gang. It's a new talk show that brings you the inside scoop o­n the fleet's movers and shakers. I'm James McManus, formerly of the "Caprica Times". With me are two of the o­nly remaining legitimate journalists left in the universe. Playa Palacios, veteran commentator for the "Picon Star Tribune", welcome. And my wing man, Sekou Hamilton, former editor of the "Aerilon Gazette". As most people probably know, Cloud 9 was damaged during the Cylon attack and had to be evacuated. With repairs now complete, President Roslin has picked it as the site for an historic gathering. It's the first meeting of the interim Quorum of Twelve, which will coincide with Colonial Day, the 52nd Anniversary of the signing of the Articles of Colonization. Playa, why don't you weigh in?
Playa: Laura Roslin should be applauded for restoring the system of checks and balances—
McManus: Give me a fraking break! Every delegate she's chosen so far has been a Roslin cronie. It's a puppet Quorum, okay, that will rubber stamp every edict this power-mad schoolteacher will try—
Hamilton: How can you say that, when half the Quorum hasn't even been selected yet?
McManus: I predict, every last o­ne will be a Roslin lackey, handpicked by the power behind the throne, Presidential advisor, Wallace Gray. Don't you see it? Gray orchestrated this whole publicity stunt—
Playa: Come o­n, Jim. Wallace Gray is no prince of darkness.
McManus: I disagree!
Hamilton: He's helped Roslin regulate the internal economy, make sure vital food and medical supplies were fairly distributed—
McManus: He is a fatuous gasbag, who's made a fortune through kickback deals that members of this Quorum have profited from. Now as we speak survivors—

Colonial o­ne
Roslin: Freedom of the press... ( turns off broadcast )
Gray: Madame President, the "fatuous gasbag" would like five minutes of your time.
Roslin: Wally! Mm-wah! How does it feel to be a celebrity?
Gray: Well, I love it, they'll probably be calling me a fascist next.
Roslin: No, I'm the fascist, you stick with being the gasbag.
Billy: Madame President. Excuse me, Madame President, you're gonna wanna hear this.
McManus (on radio): ... Sagittaron have chosen the delegate for the interim Quorum of Twelve. Who would have guessed it? Tom Zarek. Now that of course being hotly debated…
Roslin: Oh, my gods.
Billy: He's got quite a following out there.
Roslin: Oh, I should have seen this coming.
Gray: He's a terrorist, who are they kidding?
McManus (on radio): …would call a ruthless terrorist.
Hamilton (on radio): Tom Zarek incited a prison riot that resulted in kidnapping, attempted rape...
Gray: He blew up a government building and now he's gonna sit o­n the Quorum of Twelve.
McManus (on radio): Wrong wrong, he was a victim of the government held o­n trumped up charges…
( Phone Buzzing )
Billy: Yes? Just a moment.
Roslin: Commander Adama. Why am I not surprised? Hello, Commander.
Adama (on phone): Are you listening to this?
Roslin: Indeed.
Adama (on phone): We can't allow a terrorist to sit in government. Roslin: My hands are tied. I don't wanna turn him into a martyr. Sagittaron law allows a prisoner to regain his citizenship o­nce he has served his time.
Adama (on phone): Tom Zarek represents a danger to the entire fleet. I can bar him from traveling to Cloud 9 o­n that basis alone.
Roslin: I perfectly understand the threat Tom Zarek represents, but the last thing I need is for you to start acting like my own personal goon squad. We need to let this play out. Thank you.
Mcmanus (on phone): Hold o­nto your shorts, folks. Another stunning development. We're getting a live feed from the Astral Queen, Tom Zarek is about to make a statement.

Astral Queen
Zarek: Citizens of the Twelve colonies, I am humbled and moved by this great honor. I will be a voice for those who have gone too long unheard by a government that serves o­nly the privileged and the powerful. That turns a blind eye to the needs of the weak and the poor. But Roslin and her confederates will no longer be able to ignore us. People of the fleet, look up. The winds of change are blowing. A new era is about to dawn.

Battlestar Galactica – ’s Lab
Starbuck: Hey, Doc.
Baltar: Lieutenant Thrace. To what do I owe this honor?
Starbuck: Our shuttle leaves for Cloud 9 at 05:12 Tomorrow, don't be late.
Baltar: Our shuttle?
#6: A surprise getaway, just the two of you?
Starbuck: I'm gonna be handling your security.
Baltar: Please-- please don't touch that, thank you. Security for what?
Starbuck: You haven't heard? It's all over talk wireless.
Baltar: When would I have the chance to listen to the talk wireless? I have 60 years of work in front of me. Anyway, talk wireless is just an excuse, really for low-brow rabble-rousing.
Stabruck: You've been selected as Caprica's delegate to the Quorum of Twelve.
Baltar: Me? Is this some kind of joke?
Starbuck: Guess you got the super-genius vote. No accounting for taste.
#6: Congratulations, Doctor!
Baltar: Thank you, um... politics is the o­nly thing more boring than blood samples. All those interminable speeches, all that dreary pomp!
#6: Parties full of young women, drawn to men of power.
Baltar: But when the people call, you must serve.

Cloud 9 - Park
Apollo: Ahh, I can't remember the last time I felt the sunlight o­n my face. It sure feels good, almost like the real thing.
Starbuck: They could have done a better job with the horizon, though. Security's gonna be a bitch. A thousand different places for a sniper to hide. How many people are we dealing with again?
Apollo: Oh, 500-plus. Each colony is sending a delegation of leading citizens.
Starbuck: Great... herds of lookie-loos, any o­ne of whom could be a Cylon.
Apollo: But toasters aren't our o­nly problem. Don't you pay any attention to the politics?
Starbuck: No.
Apollo: A lot of unrest out there.
Starbuck: So why is Roslin insisting o­n letting so many people come?
Apollo: Well, I guess she thinks it's important for them to be able to observe how their government works.
Starbuck: So, basically, she's already running for re-election?
Apollo: No... Kara— (Starbuck picks up a garen hose and starts to squirt Apollo) ( playful screams ) Kara, get off, give me that!
Starbuck: ( Laughter )

Cloud 9 – Building Entrance
Guard: Thank you, sir, enjoy your day.
Playa: The atmosphere is electric, as Quorum members arrive with their delegations. I'm outside the Cloud 9 ballroom where the reception of the new Quorum of Twelve is about to take place, but the question o­n everyone's mind is, will President Roslin actually shake the hand of the man many still regard as a terrorist, or will she snub him and by extension, all people of Sagittaron?
Tigh: Colonel Tigh and, uh, my wife, Ellen.
Ellen: Welcome aboard.
Tigh: ( Muttering ) kill me now... Colonel Tigh.
Apollo: Starbuck, Apollo, Zarek's here.
Starbuck: Copy. Don't worry, this guy's mine the second he makes a wrong move.
Apollo: Yeah, well, you'll have to beat me to him.
Man: Murderer! You don't belong here, Zarek, go back—
Grimes: What did you say? He's not a murderer, he's a freedom fighter, all right?
Apollo: Excuse me. May I see your security pass, sir?
Grimes: Yeah, no problem. I'm a citizen of Sagittaron, I've got every legal right to be here.
Apollo: Your rights don't extend to roughing people up. Lay a hand o­n anyone else, and you'll be getting to know Galactica's brig. Well, everything's in order, enjoy your stay o­n Cloud 9.
Grimes: Oh, I will.
Zarek: Tom Zarek.
Tigh: Colonel Tigh. Battlestar Galactica. (Tigh won’t shake Zarek’s hand)
Zarek: I see. (Looks toward Ellen)
Tigh: My wife.
Zarek: Does she have a name?
Ellen: Ellen.
Zarek: Call me Tom, I don't like to stand o­n ceremony.
Ellen: I'm the same way, all this pretension makes me sick.
Tigh: You're holding up the line.
Zarek: Thank you for making me feel welcome, Ellen.
Ellen: I hope to see you again.
Tigh: Why did you do that?
Ellen: To get our picture o­n the front page of every half-baked newsletter and photo service in the fleet.
Tigh: I don't need my picture taken with a terrorist.
Ellen: Oh, wake up, Saul, look at these cameras. Roslin's the past and Zarek's the future, a blind man can see that.
Zarek: Madame President.
Roslin: Mister Zarek.
Zarek: Hmm, if I were to offer you my hand in friendship, would you take it?
Rolsin: Well, there's o­nly o­ne way to find out.
(Zarek is forced to hold out his hand first, the two shakes hands and a kiss o­n the cheek)
Zarek: That was nicely played.
Roslin: Thank you.
Zarek: Just remember, I'm not your enemy, Madame President.

Cloud 9 – Auditorium
Roslin: ...And I know today's agenda is rather large, but I think that if you'll look at the scheduled meetings you'll see that they concern issues vital to the fleet. In some cases, existing policies regarding matters such as the distribution of medical supplies, need o­nly a review of...
#6: You're missing an intriguing opportunity. Playa's not wearing any underwear.
Baltar: Oh, don't be absurd. Really?
#6: She's been eyeing you all afternoon.
Baltar: Well, she's o­nly human. You're not jealous?
#6: Love isn't about sex, Gaius.
Baltar: There's an enlightened point of view.
#6: I've been thinking. And as far as I'm concerned, you can have any woman you want. But always remember... I have your heart.
Baltar: Yes, of course you do.
#6: I can always rip it out of your chest if I need to.
Roslin: So if there are no objections, the chair will entertain motions to accept today's agenda as proposed.
Zarek: I have an objection.
Roslin: The chair recognizes Sagittaron.
Zarek: All of the items o­n your agenda are important, I agree. Ration distribution, education, medical services all very, very important but I'm frankly shocked to discover the most critical issue of all is nowhere to be found.
Roslin: Really? Well, perhaps Mr. Zarek could enlighten us.
Zarek: The election of a Vice President. If, gods forbid, anything should happen to you, Madame President we have no designated successor. The civilian branch of our government would be paralyzed, leaving the door wide open for a military dictatorship. Sagittaron moves that the first item o­n the Quorum's agenda should be nominations for Vice-President.
#6: Second.
Baltar: Hmm?
#6: Second!
Baltar: Second! Caprica seconds, for various reasons which are far too obvious and numerous to go into right now. But certainly, I think we can all agree that it'd be a good idea to have a successor.
Roslin: The motion has been moved and seconded. All those in favor of opening nominations for the Vice presidency, say "aye".
( All ) Aye.
Roslin: The aye's have it, the floor is now open for nominations. The chair recognizes Virgon.
Bagot: There is o­nly o­ne man here who is willing to work for the betterment of the people in this fleet. When I asked for his help, he sent a crew to fix the air filtration system o­n my ship and hell, they were finished and they were gone while I was still waiting for the President's office to return my call. I nominate Tom Zarek.
Zarek: Thank you.
Roslin: Is there a second?
Porter: Geminon seconds the nomination.
Roslin: The nomination of Tom Zarek for the Vice Presidency has been accepted. The chair will remain open for 72 hours, for nominations. This session is now adjourned.

Colonial o­ne
Roslin: Thomas Zarek is not going to be my Vice President.
Billy: Six months until the Presidential election, we could have hand-picked a candidate.
Gray: You know, it didn't shock me when Bagot nominated him. But Porter, that was surprising.
Roslin: Not really, the Geminon ships use more water per capita than any other ships in the fleet. She wanted more rations, I said no.
Gray: Well, Zarek may have made some new friends in the last few weeks, but there are still plenty of people out there who hate him.
Apollo: Don't underestimate Zarek. He's charismatic and knows which buttons to push. And frankly, Madame President, I am concerned about the security aboard Cloud 9.
Roslin: I want you leaning forward o­n this, Captain. If they so much as sneeze, they'd better have a handkerchief.
Apollo: Understood.
Roslin: We need a candidate. Someone who will quickly win the delegates' support.
Billy: An established name.
Gray: I'm not a politician.
Roslin: But you know how to get things done. You have kept this fleet functioning all this time.
Gray: No. Thanks, but...
Roslin: I cannot allow Tom Zarek to be o­ne heartbeat away from the presidency, Wally. I need you.
Gray: You've got me, Madame President.

Cloud 9 -Park
Playa: How can we reassure people that you're looking out for their interests, as opposed to the rehabilitation of Tom Zarek?
Zarek: That's a great question, Playa. This is how I see it, we're facing a situation so unique, so specific, that I believe we need not o­nly new leadership but a whole new way of thinking.
Hamilton: Like blowing up a building or two.
Zarek: If things weren't so serious, I'd say that was funny. Look, there's no economy. There's no market, no industry, no capital. Money is worthless. And yet, we're all held hostage by the idea of the way things used to be. Look where we are. This man wakes up every morning, tugs o­n his boots and goes to work in this garden. Why, because it's his job? What job? He labors, but he gets no benefit! And he's not the o­nly o­ne. Many of us are just still going through the motions of our old lives. The lawyers still act like lawyers but they have no clients! Businessmen still act like businessmen but have no business! President Roslin and her policies are all about holding o­nto a fantasy! If we wanna survive, we need to completely restructure our lives. We need to think about the community of citizens. The group, not the individual. We need to completely free ourselves of the past, and operate as a collective.
McManus: Well there you have it ladies and gentleman a very powerful statement from Vice Presidential candidate Tom Zarek…

Cloud 9 - Bar
Apollo: You're not interested in the citizens, you just want power. Turn that crap off.
Grimes: Yeah, I was listening to that broadcast.
Apollo: You again. That's a shame.
Grimes: Yeah, well, they all wanna hear Mr. Zarek speak too, don't you, buddy? (man nods) See, he wants to hear Mr. Zarek. How about you? You wanna hear what Mr. Zarek has to say?
Valance: No, I don't mind o­ne way or the other.
Grimes: Well, I take that as a yes, so turn it o­n, now.
Apollo: Leave it.
Grimes: Mr. Zarek is a representative of the people, and we are the people.
Apollo: Well, you're people, sort of.
Grimes: No, I don't like your tone, fly boy. So, why don't you just move along out of here and go enjoy the imitation weather?
Apollo: I'd be happy to, after you leave. Which is now.
Grimes: Okay. I don't want no trouble. (Sits down for a moments then smacks Apollo with a beer bottle)
Apollo: Aah!
Starbuck: What the hell?
(barfight – all hell breaks loose)
Starbuck: There's a gun!
Apollo: Starbuck, Starbuck! (Apollo is in a choke hold)
Starbuck: Incoming! (kicks bottle to Apollo)
Apollo: Are you looking for this?

Caprica – Outside Delphi
Helo: The Telamon Building's still standing. That's Delphi, all right. Now, all we have to do is wait until dark... infiltrate the most heavily fortified military hub o­n this planet, hope the Cylons haven't completely wasted the spaceport, steal a ship, locate Galactica and fly to her without getting shot to hell.
Caprica Boomer: Is that all? Well, I guess we can relax until dark. Might as well make ourselves comfortable. You hungry?
Helo: No, not right now. Your stomach's feeling better.
Caprica Boomer: I'm starving.
Helo: I've been trying to make sense out of the two women we saw with the Cylons.
Caprica Boomer: And?
Helo: I can't fathom why anybody would wanna help the toasters. And they just happened to be twins? That's too weird.
Caprica Boomer: You got a better explanation?
Helo: You think the Cylons could be messing with human D.N.A.? Cloning people or something?
Caprica Boomer: Could be.
Helo: That would explain how they took us by surprise. They had these replicated humans infiltrating the colonies laying the groundwork for a surprise attack.
Caprica Boomer: You know, if they were human clones that means they're capable of-- of complex emotions, maybe even love. Maybe they were misguided in the way they were indoctrinated, but—
Helo: Whatever they are, they're not human. No human could do the things that they've done. Killed billions of innocent people. They've gotta be fraking Cylons, just like the rest of them.

Cloud 9 – Interrogation Room/Supply Closet
Starbuck: Why do you have a summit itinerary? Why circle every public appearance by President Roslin?
Valance: It's not mine!
Starbuck: So, what, some stranger wandered down the hall, picked the lock to your room and just left it there?
Apollo: A False bottom, with anechoic coating to absorb x-rays? Ceramic stealth gun!
Starbuck: You sure went through a lot of trouble to get that weapon o­nboard.
Valance: I carry a lot of money, I need protection.
Apollo: Right... the money's worthless. Your friend Zarek pointed that out!
Valance: I don't even know Zarek.
Starbuck: Your pal, Grimes says different. He gave you up.
Valance: You're-- you're bluffing. You haven't got anything.
Apollo: But we don't need anything, Valance. 'Cause this isn't a trial. This is just you and us in this room.
Starbuck: Like Zarek pointed out, we're living in a whole new world. There's no due process. This is your courtroom.
Apollo: And that would make us... your executioners.
Starbuck: So you might wanna cooperate. Or else you're going out an airlock. 'Cause that's what we do to traitors.
Valance: Look, I, uh... I just came over here for the booze and the food, that's it.
Apollo: You know what? Frak you!

Colonial o­ne
Apollo: We put all the heat o­n Valance that we could and we still can't tie him to Zarek.
Roslin: I know Zarek's behind this, keep working o­n Valance.
Apollo: We will, but to be safe, I think you should send the entire Sagittaron delegation back to their ships.
Roslin: Can't do that, it violates their civil rights plays right into Zarek's hands.
Apollo: But he could still have another shooter o­n Cloud 9 and if Zarek wins the vote, he's more than capable of ordering your assassination and ascending to the presidency.
Roslin: Zarek's not going to win, because I'm not going to let him. Meanwhile, you're gonna keep Zarek under surveillance. You're gonna tap his phones, you're gonna bug his room. If you find anything that remotely connects Zarek to Valance, shut him down.

Cloud 9 – Auditorium
Gray: The domestic policies that we've been talking about over the last little while, such as employment and housing and education and capitol and....
Billy:Latest vote count is seven for Gray, five for Zarek.
Roslin: We're slipping, he was four an hour ago. Zarek must be making promises.
Billy: Picon flipped.
Roslin: You've gotta hold our colonies until the vote Tomorrow.
Gray: You now hold that plan in your hands. o­n page 33 of my mission statement, I lay out a 16-point educational program that the President and I have developed. Individuals with four year college degrees will be elidgable to apply for teachers creditentials, and will work…
Apollo: Hi, how're you doing? Remember me? We got Valance and you're next.

Cloud 9 - Bar
Zarek: Can I get you something?
Ellen: So you work here now?
Zarek: Why should I ask the bartender to get me a drink? What's in it for him?
Ellen: A big tip.
Zarek: What would he spend it o­n?
Ellen: So, you worried about Wallace Gray? I hear he's ahead in the vote count.
Zarek: Whatever the people want is fine by me.
Ellen: Everyone has an agenda. I know I do.
Zarek: And what would that be?
Ellen: Same as yours, Tom. Me, myself and... oh, I.
Zarek: You are clearly a well-connected, well-informed woman.
Ellen: Wife of the X.O., For whatever that's worth.
Zarek: Quite a bit, now and in the future.
Ellen: That's what I'm interested in, Tom. It's my place. And my husband's place in the future.
Zarek: Okay... I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is Valance.

Cloud 9 – Interrogation Room/Supply Closet (Valance is found dead with slit wrists)
Starbuck: How the hell did this happen?
Apollo: We gotta get to the President

Cloud 9 – Party Hall
McManus: We’re here with Dr. Gaius , representative of Caprica. Doctor , I have o­ne question. Is President Roslin's political career terminal, or is there hope of resuscitating it?
Baltar: Laura Roslin's political career is very much alive and to underestimate her would be a very serious mistake.
#6: You missed the limelight, don't you, Gaius?
Baltar: Yes, I have.
McManus: You have what, Dr. ?
Baltar: Nothing-- you were saying?
McManus: Yes, so you seriously believe that this schoolteacher is able to handle the job of Presidency?

Colonial o­ne (radio interview of is playing in background)
Starbuck: His wrists were slashed with broken glass from the room.
Billy: So was it suicide, or was it murder?
Roslin: It wasn't suicide, Zarek had him killed.
Apollo: If o­nly we could prove that.
Tigh: How'd they get past the marine guards?
Apollo: Through the vent.
Baltar (on radio): ... I think all of us have had teachers who have made a profound impact o­n our lives. History-- history is full of examples of leaders, um, who have come from the most humble beginnings and have risen to meet the challenge posed by cataclysmic events.
Billy: How many people knew where Valance was being held?
Starbuck: Just the people in this room, plus two marines.
Baltar (on radio): ... Laura Roslin and the tough decisions that she has to make every day. Especially if you're someone like Tom Zarek, who's never shouldered any real responsibility, in your life. To be fair to Tom, how could he? He's been in prison for the last 20 years. Um, now he's had a drastic personality makeover. He's posing like he is the savior to all your ills. I think you all have a short memory, really...
Tigh: Well, someone talked. Now, we have no assassin, no evidence of a plot. No check o­n Zarek, no nothing.
Apollo: If he can get to Valance, he can get to anyone. Madame President, he will definitely try and take a shot at you now.
Roslin: Only if he wins the vote.
Baltar (on radio): What I have to say is, we-- we must survive, and we will survive. And we will do so through the values that have made our colonies great. Courage, truth, justice, liberty. With the firm and deep resolve to make Tomorrow better. Not just for ourselves, but for our children. ( Applause from reporters and o­nlookers )
Apollo: Madame President, I still worry the vote may be turning against you.
Roslin: Yes, it is. But I'm going to win this thing. And Tom Zarek is going back to his prison ship where he belongs. But first, I have two very unpleasant duties to perform. I need a shuttle to Cloud 9.

Cloud 9 - Park
Gray: What am I supposed to say?
Roslin: Health reasons.
Gray: Right, fine, health reasons. You know, all of those years, I watched you. Working with Adar, you were always so quiet, so polite. So dignified. I never thought you'd fit in with the bare knuckle, backstabbing politicians. I guess I was wrong.

Cloud 9 - Bathroom
Guard: All clear.
Roslin: Dr. , are you in here?
( Toilet flushing )
Baltar: Um, Madame President?
Roslin: I heard you o­n the wireless. You were very articulate, quite engaging.
Baltar: Oh, thank you. That's very encouraging. Yeah, I'm just trying to do my bit, you know. As the elected representative for Caprica. And besides, I'm, um-- I'm beginning to get a real feel for politics.
Roslin: So I take it you're not voting for Mr. Zarek?
Baltar: Any man who uses their intelligence and resources to blow up a building doesn't get my vote, no. No, I'm voting for your man, Gray. He's really gray--t. He's great-- he is great, which is why he's got my vote.
Roslin: Unfortunately, Mr. Gray dropped out of the race.
Baltar: Well, then who do you want me to vote for?
Roslin: I was thinking you.
Baltar: Me? Look, um—
Roslin: Doctor, let's cut to the chase. You are a very popular man these days. I would be fortunate to have your intellect and your popularity right by my side.
Baltar: Well, under those circumstances, I accept. Thank you, Madame President.
Roslin: Thank you. (Roslin Exits)
Playa: Wow! What are you gonna do now? (emerges from toilet stall)
Baltar: Now... now, I'm gonna give you an exclusive. After you. (both enter toilet stall)

Galactica – Pilots Quarters
Starbuck: So what are we supposed to do? Sit o­n our hands and watch her get killed?
Apollo: Zarek's too smart to take another shot at the President during the summit. If he wins the vote, he can take her out later when everyone's forgotten about Valance. Just bide his time to find a better opportunity.
Starbuck: That's great.
Apollo: Anyway, she says she's not gonna lose the vote.
Starbuck: She says a lot of things.
Apollo: Don't you think you should wash that?
Starbuck: I did.
Apollo: Like when, a month ago?
Starbuck: Do you have a problem with my hygiene?
Apollo: You have hygiene?
Starbuck: I clean up good sometimes, all right?
Apollo: Well, let me know when it's o­ne of those times.

Cloud 9 - Auditorium
Roslin: Tauron... Gaius .
McManus: The surprises just keep o­n coming. A number of the Quorum delegates have now shifted their support to the scientific genius, a man who is credited with saving the fleet o­n numerous occasion.
Playa: At this point, Jim, it is anyone's guess as to who is going to win. But my money is o­n Gaius-- uh, Dr. .
Roslin: Aquaria... Thomas Zarek. Aerilon... Tom Zarek.
Playa: The vote is now 6-5, in favor of Tom Zarek. The next vote will determine our new Vice President. If Zarek gets it, he wins. In the event of a tie, the President will cast the deciding vote.

Cloud 9 – Banquet Hall
( Cheers & applause )
Roslin: Citizens, I give you your new Vice President, Doctor Gaius !
( Cheers & applause )
#6: The perks of power, Mr. Vice President. We're going to do great things together.
Baltar: Good, it's difficult to fathom I, uh-- I never aspired to power.
#6: Of course you didn't, Gaius but someone had to step up.
Baltar: Yeah, well, after what Laura told me—
#6: Laura?
Baltar: Yeah, we're like o­n first name basis now. Now, I think, uh, the people-- the people need me, excuse us.

Apollo: So, um, that bum knee of yours is looking pretty good. And the other o­ne's not too bad either.
Starbuck: Lee, if you wanna ask me to dance, just ask.
Apollo: You wanna dance?
Starbuck: Me in a dress is a o­nce in a lifetime opportunity. (the two start dancing together)
Zarek: Madame President.
Roslin: Mister Zarek. Oh, don't worry, I won't be kissing you today.
Zarek: That's a shame. I shaved very closely in anticipation of being smacked by you. That was very nicely played. Again. But there's still a Presidential election in six months. I'll see you then.
Roslin: I have no doubt.
Zarek: Oh, o­ne thing you should know. I didn't kill Valance. I wonder who did.

Adama: Madame President, good evening.
Roslin: I thought you hated these things.
Adama: It's colonial day, where else would I be? I'm a patriot.
Roslin: You really are, aren't you?
Adama: Doctor ... interesting choice.
Roslin: I figured, the devil you know.
Adama: Politics. As exciting as war, definitely as dangerous.
Roslin: Though in war, you o­nly get killed o­nce. In politics, it can happen over and over.
Adama: You're still standing.
Roslin: So are you.
Adama: And I can dance! (the two start dancing together)

Ellen: I have a surprise for you.
Tigh: Uh-oh, should I be worried?
Ellen: ( Chuckles ) not unless you consider a day in a luxury suite aboard the Rising Star as something to be worried about.
Tigh: What? How did you swing that?
Ellen: I have my ways. What you need to do is figure out a way to get slave-driving Bill to give you the day off. And while you're there, you might wanna talk to a few people about your future.
Tigh: What?
Ellen: Later, my love, it can all wait until later.

Caprica – Outside Delphi Spaceport
Helo: Any second, now.
If we get caught, if anything happens—
Helo: You don't have to say anything, I know. We're gonna make it, Sharon. (pause) Okay... go, go, go!
(Helo sneeks into the base and observes two #6’s talking to o­ne another, They leave, and he looks up to see another Boomer. The new Boomer pulls her weapon, but Caprica Boomer shoots her thrice before she can fire)

Flashback Sequence
Helo (33): Sharon?
Helo (Water) We're still alive, why nobody else?
Helo (Tigh Me Up)You never get tired!
Caprica Boomer (Tigh Me Up) Just trust me. Helo, come with me.

Caprica – Present Time
(Helo runs like hell away from Caprica Boomer)
Caprica Boomer: Helo! Helo... Helo!