Battlestar Galactica

Kara: It's like everything seems so far away. The way things feel, the way they taste, like I'm watching myself but not really experiencing it, not living it. Like my body is just this alien thing I'm still attached to. Does that seem crazy to you?

Kara: (to Sam) You dumb motherfrakker. I only married you because it was safe and it was easy, Sam, and you were just pathetic enough to go along with it. So get the frak out. (Sam doesn't move; Kara shoves him back until they are against the wall) I don't want to fight, Sam. I want to frak. You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married. All I want to do right now is frak. Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters. So go on, Sam. Make me feel something. I dare you.

Cottle: You're not crazy. Cally: What would you call someone who all but proposes to a man after he breaks her jaw?

Cavil: Now really, Six, if you had wanted some room to spread out, you could've just asked. Number Six: Is there anything that isn't fodder for a joke with you? Or is that really how you see our very existence, as some sort of nihilistic punchline? Cavil: Nihilistic punchline? I like that. But quite honestly, I'm feeling very serious. Getting riddled with bullets affects me that way.

Tyrol: (to Tory) I used to know who I was. Galen Tyrol -- crew chief, husband, father. I look in the mirror nowadays, I don't even know what I am.

Boomer: But we're killing them. I mean, we're truly killing them. My own sisters. Cavil: They can trust their god to watch over their immortal souls. Boomer: But what about ours? Cavil: We're machines, dear. Remember? We don't have souls.