Battlestar Galactica

Hot Dog: I don't know anything about being a father. Tyrol: It sucks... except the parts that don't.

Baltar: What have you done to deserve this punishment? What sins have you committed? What dark thoughts have you harbored, that condemn you, condemn you, to wander through the universe without hope, without light. So you have to ask yourself -- What kind of a father abandons his own children to despair and loneliness? Perhaps we are not the ones in need of forgiveness. Perhaps we're not. Perhaps we have been wrong. Perhaps it is God who should come down here and beg for OUR forgiveness! Am I right? Am I right?

Kara: Well, you know where to find me, Felix. And in case you're wondering, I will definitely hit a cripple. (Looks around at the others in the room.) Or anyone else. Gaeta: (as Kara walks away) So I guess a pity frak's out of the question, then?

Gaeta: One day, one day soon, there's gonna be a reckoning, Kara. And then once again, people are gonna have to answer for what they've done. Kara: Is that a threat? Gaeta: You're gods-damn right that's a threat.

Kara: (to Gaeta, an amputee) Are you enjoying yourself? Is this how you get your kicks these days? Oh, wait, I'm sorry, I meant half kicks.

Tigh: I still don't see anything. Doc Cottle: Try looking with your eyes. (pause) Eye.

Adama: You know, there are days that I really hate this job.