[Sa'ar Chasm]

Baltar: This is bad. This is very, very bad. I need a lawyer. Yes, yes, that's it. My laywer will convince everyone that I'm not a sneaking, conniving, underhanded --
Six: Duck.
Baltar: I was going to say weasel, but --

A nuclear weasel?

Helo: I told the Chief they should've loaded Linux on those Vipers.

This seems vaguely reminiscent of something.

Boomer: Shut up. Okay, we've still got room for a few more people.
Helo: Especially if you shove lil' Boxey here in the overhead compartment.

Can't think of a better place for the kid.

Apollo: Uh, scissors.
Adama: ...Rock. I win. Hello? Lee?
Dualla: Sir, Colonial One just got nuked.
Adama: Damn. Does that beat rock?

*snicker*

Roslin: Captain, are you all right? What happened?
Apollo: Something I learned in War College. We called it "just an electronic device impulse made to infer nuclear detonation and trick really intelligent Cylon killers."
Roslin: Quite a mouthful. You should think of giving it an an acronym.

Show of hands, who else sat there trying to work out what that was?

Leoben: It's this place. It does something to me. Either that or I'm PMSing like crazy.
Adama: How long have you been waiting for us, you Cylon piece of scum?
Leoben: Damn. What gave me away?
Adama: Any human male knows not to make PMS jokes if he values life and limb.

Too bloody right.

Tigh: They must be Colonial ships. Cylons hate folk music.

Unless they're singing with Garfunkle.

Adama: Doctor, since any one of us could be a Cylon spy, we need you to create some means of differentiating Cylon from human. You're the only person we can trust with this delicate mission and did you just snicker?
Baltar: Um, no sir. Pbbbbmmfft.
Six: Worst. Traitor. Ever.

*znerk* He should take lessons from Eddington.

Good stuff, Kira.

Raynor: Hi, I'm Jim Raynor.
Zerg-Infested Command Center: Hi, I'm gross.
Marines: Ew, gross! FIRE!

I need to play this game again.

Kerrigan: I know already. I'm psychic, remember?
Raynor: Say, would you like to go --
Kerrigan: No.

There's something about psychics...

Commander: But I like killing....
Kerrigan: Quiet, bloodthirsty gamer.

*snicker* But that's what those little dudes on the screen are for!

Mengsk: Have you ever seen how the Protoss die?
Commander: You make a compelling argument. Let's go already.

*snicker*

Raynor: Do we have to listen to this crap? Can't you change stations or
something?
Commander: I would, but check out these graphics! Whim, wham KA-BOOM!
(Stuff gets blown up at Ludicrous Speed)

Stuff blowing up is always fun.

Excellent work. Can't wait for the Zerg and Protoss.