- Lieutenant Starbuck: Thanks... Eh...?
- Chameleon: Chameleon.
- Lieutenant Starbuck: Chameleon. I'm Starbuck, and er, this is my conscience, Apollo.
- Chameleon: Cassiopeia, it has to be negative. If it isn't, Starbuck will give up everything he loves. His career, his friends, even you! And for what? To try and recapture with an old fool who's never done a straight thing in his life, yahrens that are gone forever? For his sake, please, it has to be negative.
- Maga: Your lack of discipline is disgusting. You are a warrior of the Code. A Noman! Our very name strikes like a scorpius at the heart of others. For we alone survived in the land of the megasun and the endless sands and we alone shall survive this trek through the stars if we keep the Code.
- Captain Apollo: [sighs] I'm beginning to feel like an equinus' atrum.
- Lieutenant Boomer: That makes two of us.
- Lieutenant Starbuck: [adressing Apollo] You wanna know the trouble with you? You don't have faith in anyone or anything, except yourself!
- Colonel Tigh: What is going on?
- Lieutenant Starbuck: The end of a friendship. Captain, Lieutenant, I'll be with my father if you want to count the mess hall silver. Otherwise, you stay clear of me.
- Omega: If you're between 16 and 46 yahrens and not presently in a highly critical civilian occupation, you should consider becoming a Colonial warrior. If you want to become part of the team defending the fleet, request an open channel to Galactica Recruitment. We need... you.
- Flight Sergeant Jolly: [enthralled by four dancers on the stage] Stay clear on my ion trail, I'm locking on target!
- Lieutenant Boomer: Hey, hey hold it, Jolly. Jolly, look I thought we were going to get some food?
- Flight Sergeant Jolly: I see all the food I need!
- Commander Adama: Apollo, I wasn't there. But if you believe this man is using Starbuck, then you must act upon your belief.
- Lieutenant Boomer: Well, I guess a security check is about all we can do.
- Lieutenant Sheba: Is that really necessary?
- Commander Adama: You could always confront Chameleon with your concerns.
- Captain Apollo: Father, I'd be practically calling the man a liar.
- Lieutenant Sheba: [tearfully] Not practically.
- Commander Adama: It has been twelve sectons since Baltar's surrender and our encounter with the advanced race, the mysterious ones who gave us coordinates which presumably would guide us to the planet Earth. No reference of time seems apparent in the curious directions so it's impossible to know whether we can expect to find Earth tomorrow or many yahrens from now. But our scouts have located increased signs of the trail taken by our ancestors, the thirteenth tribe. In my heart, I feel we are getting closer. Celebrations are everywhere. Our people's expectations grow with every passing centar. We've given our weary combat pilots time for leisure and rejuvenation. Food, water and hope.
- Lieutenant Starbuck: Hah, I can't wait till we get to that gambling deck. I got a new system that can't lose.
- Captain Apollo: Can't lose?
- Lieutenant Starbuck: Nope.
- Captain Apollo: [pause] The gaming chancery on Pinius.
- Lieutenant Starbuck: [groans] That's not fair.
- Captain Apollo: I didn't think so either, especially since I lost a secton's pay betting your last system.
- Lieutenant Starbuck: Yeah... I... I know what went wrong.
- Captain Apollo: So do I! I lost a secton's pay.