It was a lovely morning. We have not had many lovely days. And the sun was just coming through the stained glass windows and falling on some flowers right across the church and it just occurred to me that this was the day I was meant not to see.
Adama: They’d better start having babies.
Saul Tigh: Is that an order?
Adama: It may be before too long.
Adama: You would rather that we run?
Roslin: Yes, absolutely. That is the only sane thing to do here – exactly that, run. We leave this solar system and never look back.
Adama: You can run if you’d like. This ship will stand and it will fight.
Roslin: I’m going to be straight with you here. The human race is about to be wiped out. We have fifty thousand people left and that’s it. Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of here and we need to start having babies.
I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
A gentleman can live through anything.
Jenner: This is our extinction.
Rick: You don’t know what it’s like out there. You may think you do, but you don’t. It’s only a matter of time. There’s too many of those things. My boy, my wife, I never told them what I really thought. I never even hinted, just, just kept it in, kept us moving, kept it in, kept us moving.