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Ens. William Adama: Dear Dad, in your last letter you questioned whether it's my responsibility to join this fight. The truth is, we all became responsible the day we created the Cylons. We're the ones who let these... robots become our servants, our trusted helpers and even our friends. We let them into our lives, only to see them repay our trust with a violent revolt against us. I know there's a lot of debate about why they hate us. But in the end, does it really matter? Kill the enemy or be killed. That's the reality. In a war where man-kind's very survival hangs in the balance, it's up to each of us to make a difference. Being a pilot is the best way I know how to do that. Your loving son, William Adama.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: What's this? Fresh meat?
Ens. William Adama: Ensign William Adama reporting for flight duty, sir. If there's a mission, I'd like to be part of it.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: Good. Papers? At ease. (Adama hands over his papers, the Deck Officer reads through them) You're FOB, Ensign. Sure you don't want to find your rack first?
Ens. William Adama: Respectfully, sir, I signed on to kill Toasters, not take naps. Just point me at my plane and I'll get started.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: All right, Ensign. I'm assigning you to The Weasel. She's right over there.
Ens. William Adama: (As a Viper rolls past) She's beautiful, sir.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: Not the Viper, Rook. The bird behind her. (points to a Raptor)
Ens. William Adama: That old flying pillbox, sir?!
Ens. William Adama: Respectfully, sir, there is a mistake. I did not rate top of my class so I could drive a bus! I'm a Viper pilot!
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: Congratulations. I'll break it down for you like this. The Brass makes it seem like Operation Cleansweep lived up to its name, but somebody forgot to give the Toasters that memo. They're taking down our planes right and left. And right now I need Raptor pilots more than I need Viper jocks. So make sure your 'bus' is ready for action. Is that clear?
Ens. William Adama: Yes, sir.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: Good. Dismissed.
Ens. William Adama: Excuse me, Captain? Captain Tornvald? Sir... sir, I just wanted to say... er... I've been following your record since you first joined the squadron. Someday I hope to be half the pilot you are.
Capt. Deke Tornvald: I'll let you in on a little secret, kid. It's bullshit. All of it.
Ens. William Adama: (referring to the alcohol flask in Coker's shirt pocket) You gonna offer the Commander a drink?
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: What?
Ens. William Adama: Flask.
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: (he puts the flask into his pants pocket) Frak!
Cmdr. Silas Nash: You're a cocky son of a bitch, aren't you, Ensign? Yes, you are. So is this an accurate assessment, son? You 'a natural'?
Ens. William Adama: I can fly a plane, sir. 'Natural', I can't say.
Cmdr. Silas Nash: We are ten years in a bad war, son, so now this is how I handle cocky sons of bitches on my ship. I assign them to milk runs until they cool down. (Fasjovik starts to snicker)
Ens. William Adama: Good afternoon, this is your Captain Bill Adama. Our flight time to Scorpion is approximately two days, during which we hope to encounter absolutely nothing. Fortunately, you will find a wide range of find holoband entertainments to help you pass the time. For now, please remain seated with your seatbelts securely fastened and thank you once again for flying Wild Weasel Airlines! (turns to Fasjovik) Like that, huh?
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: (sarcastically) Lovely.
Dr. Beka Kelly: You having trouble with your band?
Ens. William Adama: Yeah.
Dr. Beka Kelly: Let me have a look.
Ens. William Adama: What, you know how to... how to fix them?
Dr. Beka Kelly: Used to work for the company that designed them.
Ens. William Adama: You worked for Graystone Industries?
Dr. Beka Kelly: I worked on Cylons. I designed the upgrade on their MCP chip. That's their br-
Ens. William Adama: Their brain, I know. So in other words, you helped improve the machines that are killing us?
Dr. Beka Kelly: (during a battle with Cylon Raiders) You do not understand! We are not to engage the enemy!
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: The Gods-damn enemy engaged us, lady. We can't outrun them in this bird!
Ens. William Adama: (after outflying and destroying the third Cylon raider) THIS IS WHAT WE DO! YEAH!
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: Not bad, Husker. Stupid, but not bad.
Cmdr. Ozar: (to an Osirus officer) Make sure the other pilots are volunteers, too.
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: Um...! (steps forward and bangs his head on a pipe, then turns to Adama) Did you just hear that? 'Volunteers'.
Ens. William Adama: So?
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: So, congratulations, Husker. You just signed us up for a one way trip!
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: (upon being forced to leave the Wild Weasel behind) This bird kept me safe for a bunch of years, and I frakkin' hate leaving her like this!
Ens. William Adama: I know.
Dr. Beka Kelly: (after Adama leaps down a hole after Coker and Kelly) Bill, are you okay?!
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: Oh, is he okay?! Well, welcome to the party. If that was your attempt at a rescue, you get a 'E' for effort, and a 'F' for frakkin' it up!
Ens. William Adama: You don't appreciate crap!
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: (referring to Dr. Kelly) Just had to frak her, didn't ya? Dumb Husker. Dumb, dumb, DUMB!
Ens. William Adama: It wasn't like that, it just happened.
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: Oh, I guarantee you, whatever it was like it did not just happen.
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: (as the Cylons attack the resort) Let's go get your girlfriend, we don't want her getting in the way of any bullets.
Ens. William Adama: (when a wounded Cylon shrieks repeatedly) What's that noise it's making?
Dr. Beka Kelly: It's screaming.
Ens. William Adama: Say what? Screaming?!
Dr. Beka Kelly: They feel pain.
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: Put this thing out of it's misery, then. (he shoots it until it dies)
Lt. Coker Fasjovik: You have lousy taste in women. But you're all right, Husker.
Ens. William Adama: (discovering Dr. Kelly is a Cylon spy) Oh no, no! I thought you wated to end this war?!
Dr. Beka Kelly: It will end when we realize that we can't win. That we have to negotiate.
Ens. William Adama: Negotiate?! For the last ten years they've been trying to wipe us out!
Dr. Beka Kelly: Stop! They were just defending themselves.
Ens. William Adama: No!
Dr. Beka Kelly: They value life for more than we do.
Cylon Prototype: (to Dr. Kelly) Do you think because you're more enlightened than the rest of your species we hate you any less? (the Cylon breaks Kelly's neck)
Ens. William Adama: (seeing his altered after action report) This says the mission was a complete success! That's just a lie.
Cmdr. Silas Nash: Was it?
Ens. William Adama: (suddenly understanding) You knew. You wanted her to upload that data. So when the Cylons attacked, the fleet...
Cmdr. Silas Nash: Was long gone. We hit every Toaster base in five sectors, inflicted some major damage. For awhile, anyway, they're going to be on the defensive.
Ens. William Adama: And what about the Osirus? What about all those people who died?
Cmdr. Silas Nash: You mean all those people who gave their lives. Right? You disapprove?
Ens. William Adama: Yes.
Cmdr. Silas Nash: So you feel used. (Adama nods) Well, I'm sorry, son, but there's a bit more at stake than your personal sense of integrity.