A BSG 67 legjobb dialógusa (25-48)

A toplista második csokrában a második évadtól a negyedik évad közepéig
jutunk el, csupa személyes kedvencemmel. Tigh megnyilatkozásai
Új-Capricán minden idők legjobb idézetei között voltak, és tovább
folytatta a jó szokását a Galacticán is, amíg ki nem heverte a bolygón
szerzett élményeit. Aztán itt van nekünk Baltar fantasztikus vallomása
aeriloni származásáról, majd Romo Lampkin és Number Six beszélgetése a
fogdában, lélegzetelállító mindkettő. A negyedik évadból nehéz kiemelni
bármit is, hiszen hogyan lehetne választani Roslin és Adama vitája,
Tyrol kirohanása, Roslin és Emily beszélgetése vagy Tigh revelációja
közül? És ez még nem is minden. Jó olvasást!



Tyrol: This is crazy. You know, we need to figure out whose side we're on.
Tigh: Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that.

What are you gonna do?

What I should've done a long time ago.
Lee: You can't do this. She's a Cylon.
Adama: Well, I trust her.
Lee: Well, that's a mistake.

Adama: Well, it'll be my mistake, won't it?
Lee: You are gambling with the lives of everyone on this ship. And everyone on my ship.
Adama: I don't need a lecture from you about the responsibilities of command. We're done here.
Lee: I'm not finished. This entire plan is a reckless gamble. And, yes,
you certainly have the right to risk the lives of the men and women
under your command. But that's not the issue. The issue is that you are
risking the lives of the entire human race.
Adama: I'm trying to save the human race.
Lee: No. No, you're not. That's what you're not seeing. Right now, the
human race? Well, that's the 2,000 people huddled in those civilian
ships that managed to get away when the Cylons came back. They're the
safe bet. They're the ones whose survival we should guard. Just like we
did after the attack on the Colonies.

Adama: Sharon can penetrate the Cylon defenses.
Lee: It's not about her.
Adama: The Centurions can't distinguish her from the other humanoid models. Did you know that?
Lee: Admiral.
Adama: They were deliberately programmed that way. The Cylons didn't want
them becoming self-aware and suddenly resisting orders. They didn't
want their own robotic rebellion on their hands. You can appreciate the
Lee: Dad. I know what you're sayin But we have a reonsibility. Remember
what Roslin said. Our first responsibility is to the survival of
humanity. We can't lose sight of that. Over t last year, wee…lost
sight of almost everything. We got soft. If we go back to New Caprica
now, and we lose, it's over. Humanity just stops. And an admiral's
stars don't give you the right to make that gamble.

Adama: You're right, son. You should make plans to resume the search for Earth with the Pegasus and the civilian fleet.
Lee: With Pegasus? What about Galactica?

Adama: I know why we left those people behind. And I know it was their
choice in the first place to be down there. And I realize that the
survival of the human race outweighs anything else. But this time… I
can't live with it. Can't face it. Maybe I'm a coward. But I'm going
Lee: Dad, you won't have a chance.

Adama: I'm going back, son.

I don't care that it's effective. I don't care that the
Cylons can't stop it. It's wrong. No more suicide bombings, Colonel.
You understand?

What, are you working for the Cylons now?
Roslin: (Pofon üti az ezredest.) I'm sorry. There's no excuse for that.

You see, little things like that, they don't matter anymore. In fact,
not too frakking much really matters anymore. I've got one job here,
lady, and one job only. To disrupt the Cylons. Make them worry about
the anthill they've stirred up down here so they're distracted and out
of position when the old man shows up in orbit. The bombings, they got
the Cylons' attention. They really got their attention, and I am not
giving that up.
Roslin: We are talking about people blowing themselves up.
Tigh: You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins,
and other times I think you're just a naive little schoolteacher. I've
sent men on suicide missions in two wars now. And let me tell you
something. It don't make a godsdamn bit of difference whether they're
riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end,
they're just as dead. So take your piety and your moralizing and your
high-minded principles and stick 'em someplace safe until you're off
this rock and you're sitting in your nice cushy chair on Colonial One
again. I've got a war to fight.

Exodus I.

Adama: I'll see you at the rendezvous point.
Lee: Eighteen hours. Try not to be late. 
Adama: I'm getting old; I'm a little slow, but I'll be there.
Lee: Gods, I wish I could talk you out of this…
Adama: You can't. You tried.
Lee: You know, Dad, um…
Adama: Don't. Don't make me cry on my own hangar deck.

Exodus II.

Adama: I guess you didn't understand my orders.

I never could read your handwriting.

Adama: You did it. You brought 'em home, Saul.

Not all of them.


You gotta be kidding. Who gave this man permission to enter the CIC?

Admiral's orders, sir. communications took some serious hits
during the rescue,and Mr. Gaeta's offered to help with the repairs.
Tigh: Well,isn't that nice. Man can turn his coat, collaborate with the
enemy, contribute to the deaths of thousands. But the old man needs his
phones fixed, and suddenly, all is forgiven.
Helo: Cylons find us, we're gonna need every hand we've got.
Tigh: The cylons found us, Mr. Agathon. Your friend Gaeta was on the
welcoming committee. Hey! Look at me. Long as you're here, maybe you
can help me out. I'm missing something. I lost it in detention. Since
you're so buddy-buddy with the cylons maybe you know where it is. How
'bout it? Do you know where my eye is?

Tigh: Admiral.
Adama: Back to work. Walk with me. 
Tigh: Yeah.
Adama: They have a lot of work in the next couple of
weeks. I need you to get some sleep. Get rested and get ready, all right?
Tigh: Oh, I'm ready right now. I may be a little rough around the edges,
but I can still hold my own. And you can tell that toaster-lover over
there that I am still the XO of this ship!
Adama: Let's go.
Tigh: Get your hands off me.
Adama: You're embarrassing yourself,saul.
Tigh: No, you're the one that should be embarrassed. Letting one of Baltar's henchman walk around like nothing's happened.
Adama: Go sleep this off. That's an order.
Tigh: Oh, yeah. Just go to sleep. Forget about it all and just forget about
everything. Well, I'm not forgetting. I'm not gonna forget.


Stay in your seat.

Have a drink?
Adama: Give me your sidearm.
Kara: What?
Adama: Your sidearm.
Tigh: Hey, there's a live round in that.
Adama: Now one of you, and I don't care who, pick that weapon up and shoot me.
Kara: Admiral, I don't know…
Adama: I didn't say to talk. You've done enough of that already. I said to
pick up that weapon,and shoot. What's the matter? No guts? You don't
got a pair? You're both frakking cowards.
Tigh: Watch your mouth.
Adama: Or what? You going to turn the rest of my pilots against each other?
Poison the crew? You've already done that, Saul. Both of you.
Kara: Yeah, well, if you're looking for an apology, it isn't gonna happen.
Adama: You were like a daughter to me once. No more. You're malcontented,
and a cancer. And I won't have you on my ship. So you have a choice.
You figure out how to become a human being again, and an officer, or
you can find another place to live. Off of this ship. You're dismissed.
Tigh: Are you gonna kick me out of my chair too?
Adama: Listen, I know you've been through a lot.
Tigh: Don't patronize me. Say what you came here to say.
Adama: You're full of bile, hatred. And I know that it has something to do
with Ellen. And I'm sorry for that. And if you need time, Saul, well,
you take all the time you want. But I gotta run a ship. The last thing
I need is a one-eyed drunk sitting down here sowing discontent,
disobedience. So I'll tell you once again, Saul. You can pick up that
weapon and kill me… or you can get your ass back into your quarters,
and not leave… until you're ready to act like the man that I've known
for the past 30 years.
Tigh: That man doesn't exist anymore, Bill. And you won't be seeing me again.

A Measue of Salvation

Angel Six: Look at me, look at me Gaius! Do you want me to believe you're worth saving? Do you? Do you? Say it!
Baltar: I want you to believe in me! Don't stop! Don't stop! Please, please don't stop! You have to believe in me, you're all I have left!
Angel Six: Now tell me, you believe in me. Tell me you believe in my strength!
Baltar: I believe in you! I believe in you! I love you. I love you with all my heart… I love you with all my heart…


The Eye of Jupiter

Number Three: The weapons are hardly necessary.
Cavil: Yes. Exactly. We come in peace.

Dirty Hands

Tyrol: It's true that you're a farm boy from Aerilon?
Baltar: Yes, it is, as a matter of fact. I was born and raised on a dairy outside the town of Cuffle's Breath Wash on Aerilon.
Tyrol: Why do I have such a hard time picturing you milking cows and shoveling manure?
Baltar: Lack of imagination.
Tyrol: Or maybe that your little tale is manure. I've known people from Aerilon. You don't… sound anything like them.
Baltar: I don't sound like I'm from Aerilon?
Tyrol: No.
Baltar: Well, you know, I take that as a particular compliment. I don't know about you, but I've always found the Aerilon dialect to be particularly hard on the ears. Something about the consonants that scrape the back of the throat. Of course, I should know an awful lot about my native tongue. I spent hours on end trying to overcome it. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a ten-year-old boy to change the way he speaks, to unlearn everything he ever learned so that one day– One day, there might be the small hope… that he might be considered as not coming from Aerilon? Maybe, I don't know– Caprica. Caprican. Oh, to be Caprican. Seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. And what was Aerilon?? Just a drab… ugly rock, condemned to be the… food basket for the 12 worlds. And that's how we were treated. Like… servants, like laborers, like working class. You know, you'd have fitted right in there, Chief? Lots of men who liked to work with their hands, and… grab a pint down at the pub, and finish off the evening with a good old-fashioned fight. Oh, yes. I left Aerilon after my 18th birthday. I turned my back on my family… on my heritage. All of them. Of course it doesn't matter– that. They're all dead now. 
Tyrol: You do realize that none of that exists here.
Baltar: Coming from the mouth of a mechanic.
Tyrol: We've kept democracy. We have government, we have rights, we have elections–
Baltar: Well, then you should feel perfectly happy, shouldn't you?? Perfectly at ease. Go home. Leave me in peace. After all, that's what the aristocracy wants. It wants the working class to feel looked after while they scrabble around for scraps from the master's table. A question I ask at the end of my book. I'll save you the trouble of reading it. Do you honestly believe that the fleet will ever be commanded by somebody whose last name is not Adama? There it is, Chief. One set of rules for the aristocracy, and one set of rules for the rest of us.



Leoben: See there's nothing terrible about death, when you finally face it, it's beautiful. You're free now, to become who you really are.
Starbuck: You're not Leoben.
Leoben: I never said I was. I'm here to prepare you to pass through the next door, to discover what lies in the space between life and death.

The Son Also Rises

I understand that you had a romantic relationship with my client.

Gaius Baltar is a brilliant, gifted human being. In the time I've known him, he's made a sport out of mendacity and deception. He was narcissistic, self-centered, feckless, and vain. I'm the one who should have stabbed him.
Romo: Things are looking up. Love. Precocious evolutionary move, fashioning Cylons to be capable of experiencing it. I don't know if it was engineered as a tactical imperative, but… It's not for the faint-hearted, is it?
Six: No, it's not.
Romo: Maybe you should've been nicer to your mechanic. Perhaps Cylon love is not the same as human love. Perhaps it's designed to hurt a little less.
Six: How would you know?
Romo: I loved a woman. Beautiful, beautiful woman. But… so serious. This frowning face trapped in the middle of a daisy. She had a way of walking… processional. As if she were on her way to her own execution. We had ten years. Then it fell apart under its own weight.
Six: Is that what you wanted?
Romo: I thought if I could get over her, I could get over anything. I could endure, conquer, be a man, stand up to any and all kind of punishment. I clung to an empty, spinning bed for months. And that…That is when I finally realized how much I loved her. If I needed all that strength… What was the point? I needed to be with her.
Six: Did he… Ask about me? Gaius?
Romo: (Leveszi a szemüvegét.) He wanted to know if you were well. He wanted you to know that he misses you. Loves you. Because he can't be here to tell you… (Elővesz egy tollat.) He gave me this to give to you. He uses that at the risk of grave reprisal to express his feelings. To put his world into some kind of recognizable order. To be heard. He's kept it hidden because he knows he will not get another. He wants you to have it. Because without you it has no meaning. He wants you to have it because he would do anything, anything, to be with you again.
Six: Well, that's a shame, isn't it? Since they'll never let me keep it.
Romo: You understand that your days are owned and tallied by these people, the ones out there watching us. I think you realize what's likely to become of you. I couldn't help you if they paid me ten times what they offered me for Baltar. You won't get a trial. Not even a bad one. So… I have to ask you. Does your love hurt as much as mine?
Six: Yes.
Roslin: I feel like part of our world just fell down.


Crossroads I

You're calling me a liar?

I'm calling you a liar and a coward. One who doesn't have the guts to go after a man himself. Instead, you hand the shift to a stranger. And let him stab Tigh in the back. And for what? Traitorous piece of garbage Gaius Baltar. Doesn't even deserve a trial.
Lee: Are you done?
Adama: Yes.
Lee: Then so am I. I will not serve under a man who questions my integrity.
Adama: And I won't have an officer under my command who doesn't have any.
Lee: I'll see you in court, Admiral.

Crossroads II

What the frak?!

Hi, Lee.
Lee: Kara?
Kara: Don't freak out. It really is me. It's gonna be okay. I've been to Earth. I know where it is. And I'm gonna take us there.

Six of One

What were you doing? What were you thinking? What happened to you?

I saw… Earth. The shape of it, the smell of it. The feel of it on my skin in my pores. And I swear to you, it was like I'd been there before. Like I never left.
Adama: You're too stupid to figure out you just screwed over the one ally you had. You didn't have the guts to hold on. Tell me… Who's gonna help you?
Kara: Yeah, frak me, huh? It sure as hell isn't gonna be you. You've gotta remind yourself that you're somebody else. You're the President's wet nurse. You're the one who doesn't have the guts. Nice to know you still care, Admiral. We're going the wrong way!

Why did you come here?

Maybe it was a mistake. Well, I can't stop thinking about what's happened. You were found innocent when everyone hated you. I hated you. And this healed boy, the return of Kara Thrace… I mean, everyone thought she was dead.
Baltar: So perhaps there are miracles.
Tory: Perhaps. Thing is, somehow you seem to be at the center of them.
Baltar: Yes, I do, don't I? I don't understand myself, to be honest. Just… Well, it seems that God has chosen me to sing his song.
Tory: A song?
Baltar: Music. Did you say music? Yeah, you know, it's funny. It's a lot like that. It's… It's like the distant chaos of an orchestra tuning up. And then somebody waves a magic wand, and all of those notes start to slide into place. A grotesque, screeching cacophony becomes a single melody.

You gonna keep waltzing, or are you gonna sit down and talk? What's going on? Sit.

What if she's telling the truth? She was supposed to die out there. She didn't. I can't explain it. What if she was meant to help us? And this was a…
Roslin: A what? A miracle? Is that what you want to call this? Go ahead, say it. Grab your piece of the golden arrow. I want to hear Admiral Atheist say that a miracle happened.
Adama: You shot at her and you missed at close range.
Roslin: Doloxan fraks with your aim. 
Adama: So does doubt. 
Roslin: I pulled the trigger and I'd do it again. She put her life in front of a bullet as if it had no meaning. You drop an egg, you reach for another.
Adama: Maybe convincing you meant more to her than her own life.
Roslin: Is that your miracle? You want to talk about miracles? The very same day that a very pale doctor informed me that I had terminal cancer, most of humanity was annihilated, and I survived. And by some mathematical absurdity, I became President. And then my cancer disappeared long enough for us to find a way to Earth. You can call it whatever you want. And now I'm dying.
Adama: Don't talk that way.
Roslin: You've gotta face this. My life is coming to an end soon enough, and I am not going to apologize to you for not trusting her. And I am not… I am not going to trust her with the fate of this fleet. You are so buckled up inside… You can't take any more loss. Your son's leaving… This, me… I know it.
Adama: No one's going anywhere.
Roslin: Okay… Here's the truth. This is what's going on. You want to believe Kara. You would rather be wrong about her and face your own demise than risk losing her again.
Adama: You can stay in the room, but get out of my head.
Roslin: You're so afraid to live alone.
Adama: And you're afraid to die that way. You're afraid that you may not be the dying leader you thought you were. Or that your death may be as meaningless as everyone else's.

Escape Velocity

Hey, Chief. We all miss her, Chief. I understand if you need some time off. Or even if you might need more shifts to keep yourself busy. No one knows how they're going to react
to loss like this, or what they're gonna need.
Roslin: I don't need special treatment.

Head Adama:
I guess she just couldn't take it, huh? Being married to a Cylon? Being the mother of a half-breed abomination?
Adama: She was a good woman.

If you really believe that, you wouldn't have threatened to stick her up against a bulkhead and shoot her. It's okay, though. I thought about doing it many times myself. Believe me.
Adama: Chief…
Tyrol: How many of us ended up with the people we really wanted to be with? Got stuck with the best of limited options? And why? Because the ones we really want, the really loved, were dead, dying, turned out to be Cylons and they didn't know. If Boomer had… if I had known…
Adama: Listen, let's…
Tyrol: No.
Adama: Let's go. Come on.
Tyrol: No. I didn't know.
Adama: Let's go.
Tyrol: I didn't know. So I buried my head in the sand and I took it and I settled! I settled for that shriek, those dull vacant eyes, the boiled cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life! This is the life I picked. And it's fine, but you know what? It's not. I didn't pick this life. This is not my frakkin' life.
Adama: What the hell's gotten into you? Don't do this. Don't do this to her memory.
Tyrol: You know what? I'm sorry if I'm not gonna do this the way you want me to, or the way you might. But I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn't an angel. But I can see you have. And now you've come down here to be in my club, but you're not in my club. You don't know what frakkin' club I'm in 'cause you never asked the right questions.
Adama: Chief, let's get out of here.
Tyrol: No. Why don't you go? Take care of your precious ship.
Adama: Stop it. Stop all of this. If you don't, I'm gonna have to act on it. Shut up.
Tyrol: Great! Do it! Please! For the love of Gods, please demote me. Get me off your frakkin' ship!
Adama: Specialist Tyrol, I want you off my hangar deck before you endanger another pilot. You're to report to Petty Officer Bassom tomorrow morning at 0600 for reassignment. Do you understand?


But this god that Baltar refers to, it is the Cylon god. You know that, don't you?

If he's the one and true God, he belongs to all of us. Otherwise, he's not much of a god, is he?
Roslin: Exactly, he isn't much of a god. He's a fantasy.
Emily: Oh, Laura. And the Lords of Kobol are real. Reigning from a metaphysical mountaintop in those silly outfits. Zeus handing out fates out of an urn like… like they were lottery tickets. "You're gonna work on a tylium ship. You're gonna be an admiral. Your family's gonna be evaporated in an attack on the Colonies, but you'll survive for three more years in a moldy compartment on a freighter till your body starts to eat itself up alive." Those are the gods that you worship? Capricious, vindictive.
Roslin: But they're not meant to be taken literally. They're metaphors, Emily.
Emily: I don't need metaphors. I need answers.
Roslin: You're like my mother. She wasn't satisfied with metaphors either. She was convinced that Aphrodite herself was gonna swoop her away when she died, and she believed it. Even after the Doloxan and the radiation failed to stop her cancer. She was a teacher. She was a… She was something to behold in… At the head of a classroom. And her students… Her students loved her. They… they'd walk through fire for her. And then you see this woman who… seemed so… eternal, she… withered away, and I find myself having to change her diaper because she couldn't even… And at the moment she died, there was no gleaming fields of Elysium stretched out before her. There was this… dark… black abyss. And she was just terrified. She was so scared. I'm sorry.
Emily: Laura. Laura. You were terrified. You saw only darkness. You can't possibly know what your mother experienced. You're… you're still searching.

Sine Qua Non

Romo: Admiral Adama?

Mr. Lampkin, what are you doing here?
Romo: Writs of forfeiture for the ships you're borrowing. The captains want to be absolved of any blame, should anything untoward happen. One of the less ennobling consequences of a legal culture. No one wants responsibility. Lee said you once gave him something, before a mission. A lighter, was it?
Adama: Belonged to my father. Foolish to think a hunk of metal could keep him safe.
Romo: And yet, that's what we do, isn't it? Hang on to hope in every hopelessly irrational way that we can. But not like those poor bastards giving away their luck just when they need it most. It's like they've given up.
Adama: If you've never been in combat, you have no idea what they're thinking.
Romo: I always imagined you a realist, Admiral. Not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives. But then… everyone has his limits. "Sine qua non", as they say.
Adama: Without which not.
Romo: Yes. Those things we deem essential without which you cannot bear living. Without which life in general loses its specific value, becomes abstract.
Adama: You may have a point, Counselor.
Romo: Then while I'm on a roll… Tom Zarek may not be an ideal President, but we could do worse.
Adama: You're right. There are limits to my realism. Goodbye, Counselor.

I know that you've been spending a lot of time interrogating the Six. But now, the brig guards tell me that every time, you order them out, and you turn off the cameras.

I'm not torturing her if that's what you're worried about.
Adama: I'm not. That I could almost understand. This I can't. Cottle tells me she's pregnant. What the frak have you been thinking, Colonel? Do you deny it? You don't. You can't! What the hell have you been thinking? Who is interrogating who? How many  secrets have you told this thing?
Tigh: How can you even ask me that? Question my loyalty?
Adama: Your loyalty? I need more than your loyalty. You're my first officer. I need judgment. I need your competence. I'm through jeopardizing this ship, because of your weaknesses. Yes, your weaknesses!
Tigh: You're risking all our lives for what? Our missing pilots? No, for a woman. For a frakkin' woman!
Adama: You watch what you say about her! She's the President. Not some skinjobs that I've been banging. What do you think Ellen would say about this?
Tigh: Leave Ellen out of this.
Adama: What would she say about her husband impregnating a frakking Cylon prisoner.
Tigh: You motherfrakker!

The Hub

Roslin: I love you.
Adama: About time.


Bill, you gotta scrub this mission.

What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the CIC.
Tigh: The Cylons will kill every godsdamn hostage before we put one pair of boots aboard their ship. Laura Roslin will be the next to die, Bill.
Adama: I'm looking for options. You got one?
Tigh: Yeah. I should've told you when I first found out, but I didn't have the guts.
Adama: What's wrong with you, Saul?
Tigh: Remember back at the nebula when I told you about that frakkin' music? I thought it was in the ship. I was wrong. It was a signal. Some kind of crazy, frakked-up Cylon signal switched me on. I can't turn it off.
Adama: Switched you on.
Tigh: Like Boomer. I'm one of the Five.
Adama: The Five.
Tigh: One of the Cylons D'Anna's after.
Adama: Quit frakkin' with me. Colonel, I've known you for 30 years.
Tigh: I told you. I didn't find out until the nebula.
Adama: Think about this. When I met you, you had hair. I never heard of a Cylon aging.
Tigh: Doesn't mean they don't. Before the attack on the colonies, we didn't know skinjobs existed. Turns out there's another kind of Cylon we didn't know about, and I'm one of them.
Adama: On New Caprica, you were in captivity. They did something to you. They… An implant, a post-hypnotic suggestion that makes you feel this way. Let's go talk to doc Cottle.
Tigh: Listen to me! It is not a delusion. It is not a chip in my head. I am a Cylon. I've fooled you for months now. I didn't want to, but I did.
Adama: Get your hands off of me.
Tigh: If I had the guts to airlock myself when I first found out, we wouldn't be in this mess. But that's the way out. Not this suicidal attack. I am one of the Final Five.