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Cavil: Boomer's my pet Eight. She's seen the light of reason. An Eight can make a passionate ally.
D'Anna: Until she sees something shiny.
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Baltar: (to the Cylon Centurion) I can see a real hierarchy around here. And I have to tell you, you're on the lower end of the scale, my friend. Yes, you are. Which is odd when you think about the Cylon God. They told you about God, didn't they?
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Elosha: The thing is, the harder it is to recognize someone's right to draw a breath, the more crucial it is. If humanity is going to prove itself worthy of surviving, it can't do it on a case-by-case basis. A bad man feels his death just as keenly as a good man.
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The copy of Sharon: (addressing Roslin while speaking about the Hybrid) It doesn't work like that. She makes her own decisions. And we can't unplug her because now she's wired herself into life support.
Baltar: Alright. Then, then, then why don't we give this a go.
(to the Hybrid, in a gentle tone) Shhhhhh. Hey. Hey, stop jumping the ship. Alright?
The Hybrid: Cease countdown. Cease countdown.
(The Hybrid begins to utter technical words and phrases)
Baltar: (very pleased with himself) Did you see that? I just opened myself up to it on a spiritual level --
The Hybrid: Jump!
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Baltar: (referring to the Hybrid) Look, it knows me. It trusts me. I think, I think it even likes me.
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Helo: So you're not denying you'd keep the way to Earth to yourself if you could.
Roslin: I'm not saying that's true. I will say that if the Cylons had the option, that's exactly, exactly what they would do.
Helo: No, I don't think so. Not the Sharons, the Eights.
Roslin: Captain, you are not married to the entire production line.
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Baltar: (talking to the Cylon Centurion) There was this dog, see, and the master had placed a bit of food on the edge of its snout. And the dog had to wait until he was told he could eat it.
(The Centurion tilts his head)
Baltar: I know. Pathetic. Pathetic, isn't it?