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Adama: Well, I have nothing to say to him either. Every man has to decide for themselves which side they're o n.
Apollo: I didn't know we were pickin' sides.
Adama: That's why you haven't picked o ne yet.
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Zarek: Thank you for your offer. We respectfully decline.
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Wilkins: So who the hell is Tom Zarek?
Billy: He's a freedom fighter. He's a– he's a prisoner of conscience.
Dualla: He's a butcher.
Billy: His colony was exploited by the other 11 for centuries. His people were marginalized, brutalized...
Dualla: I'm from Sagittaron, and that man does not speak for all of us.
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Doral: They would have destroyed themselves, anyway. They deserve what they got.
Caprica six: We're the children of humanity; that makes them our parents, in a sense.
Caprica Doral: True. But parents have to die. It's the o nly way children come into their own.
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Tigh: There's no smoking in the Ready Room.
Starbuck: My room, my rules, sir.
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Tigh: Where's your mommy?
Boxy: Dead, where's yours?
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Apollo: What is it you want from me? You want me to say she shouldn't be President? We need a government. We need rules. We need a leader.
Zarek: We need to be free men and women. If we're not free, then we're no different than Cylons!
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Apollo: You've been saying how everything you're doing is for freedom, but the truth is, it's all about Tom Zarek and his personal death wish.
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Apollo: You said that you weren't animals, what do you call this?
Mason: 20 years– 20 years, I've been waitin'!
Zarek: Mason, no.
Apollo: He's gonna kill 'er, do something.
Zarek: You did this, you put him in a cage! You made him a monster!
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Apollo: I swore an oath... to defend the articles. The articles say there's an election in seven months. Now, if you're telling me we're throwing out the law, then I'm not a Captain, you're not a Commander and you are not the President. And I don't owe either of you a damned explanation for anything.
Roslin: He's your son.
Adama: He's your adviser.