- Captain Apollo: It's just that the only guns here are numos.
- Vella: What difference does it make? A gun us a gun. I hate them all. If it weren't for the lupus that come after the stock, I'd destroy every numo, every...
- [she balls her fist, shaking it, and he grabs her hand, calming her]
- Vella: My husband was killed by a gun. A gun like yours.
- Captain Apollo: I know how you feel.
- Vella: Do you?
- Captain Apollo: My wife was killed by a gun.. like mine.
- Cassiopeia: That does it! He should have been in bed centons ago. And what are you hotshots doing teaching him to drink and play cards and smoke?
- Lieutenant Boomer: It's only fruit juice.
- Giles: He's the one that's winning.
- Lieutenant Starbuck: I'm not letting him smoke.
- Cassiopeia: Oh, you're not?
- Captain Apollo: I don't suppose you want a drink?
- Red Eye: I do not ingest consumables.
- Captain Apollo: In this case, you're not missing anything.
- Boxey: [playing a game of Pyramid] Quit stalling, Starbuck, are you going to call or not?
- Lieutenant Starbuck: Give me a few centons, will you, kid?
- Boxey: You're eating your bet.
- Colonel Tigh: [Adama is looking at a likeness of his son, Apollo] Adama, they want to go after him.
- Commander Adama: Starbuck and Boomer?
- Colonel Tigh: Every pilot on the Galactica, including me.
- Commander Adama: [hits the table with his fist] Don't you think I do?
- Captain Apollo: Where am I?
- Puppis: My mom's place.
- Captain Apollo: No, no, no, what planet?
- Puppis: Equellus.
- Captain Apollo: [examining a gun] I've never seen a numo before. Hmm. Fires on compressed air?
- Puppis: It can kill a lupus within ten metrons.
- Captain Apollo: It can?
- Puppis: Well, if you hit it just right.
- Captain Apollo: [surprised at Starbuck and Boomer's arrival] What are you guys doing way out here?
- Lieutenant Boomer: Oh, we thought we'd just take a little ride; the stars are kinda nice in this galaxy.
- Boxey: [playing poker with the pilots] Quit stalling, Starbuck. Are you gonna call or not?
- Lieutenant Starbuck: [obviously losing] Gimme a few centons, will you, kid?
- [chews on a chip]
- Boxey: You're eating your bet.