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Dualla : We have to find Earth. If we don't, they'll be no one to remember a man named William Adama. Or a Battlestar named Galactica. That is our charge to keep.
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Dualla : You are Commander of this Fleet, and you will guide us to safety. And you will do it no matter the cost. Because you're an Adama
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Ellen : You've always been there for me when I needed you
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Tigh : I love you, Ellen. Do you hear me?
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Three: And then what? What would you do if we really just left you here? You'd live out your lives in peace and never trouble yourselves with thoughts of us again? Or would you raise your children with stories of the Cylon? The mechanical slaves who once did your bidding only to turn against you. Killers who committed genocide against your race. And occupiers of this city until we just ran away. Would you tell them to tell the story to their children? And to their children's children? And nurse a dream of vengeance down through the years so that one day they could just go out into the stars and hunt the Cylon once more.
Baltar: Blood for blood. It has to stop one day.
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Roslin, pointing at Colonial One: My ship's up there.
Zarek: You do have a sense of the dramatic.
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Adama : Then that's it. It's been an honor.
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Gaeta : I believed in you. I believed in the dream of New Caprica.
Caprica: Gaeta, we all did.
Gaeta: No! No. Not him. He believed in the dream of Gaius Baltar. The good life. Booze, pills, hot and cold running interns. He lead us to the apocalypse, and-- and I--I turned out to be--
Baltar: An idealist. There's no sin in that.
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Baltar: Then she'll kill me. Or it'll be down to Mr. Gaeta. Either way, the human race dies with me.
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Leoben : I knew you'd be back. I saw it.
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Six-fantasme : It's her, Gaius. The first of God's new generation.
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Adama, to Apollo: I guess you didn't understand my orders, huh?
Apollo: Never could read your handwriting.
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Adama : You did it. You brought 'em home, Saul.
Tigh: Not all of them.
Adama: I'm sorry.
