A BSG 67 legjobb dialógusa (49-67)

A negyedik évad második fele egymagában kitett egy egész bejegyzést,
ami bizonyára betudható a frissebb élményeknek is, de a tovább mögött
rejlő tartalom szerintem meggyőző arról, hogy ebben a tíz részben
mennyire kitettek magukért az írók. Az átlagosnál egyébként is több
dialógust hallhattunk, de a többségüket olyan szépen megírva,
amilyennek ritkán találkozni tévében. Ron Moore szavai a Disquiet
Follows My Soulból aranyat érnek, Michael Angeli a Blood on the
Scalesben vésett az emlékezetünkbe felejthetetlen párbeszédeket, és még
sorolhatnánk, minden epizódból akár hármat. Ne lepődjetek meg, ha
egy-egy nagy kedvencet nem találtok itt, valószínűleg a monológ
kategóriába ejtettük át őket, ha pedig nem, akkor "thanks for the
input" mindenkinek. 


Sometimes a Great Notion

I think we should have that little heart to heart you've been pining for. Sit down, Cylon.

Looks like you've got a head start on me, Bill.
Adama: And it looks like you still don't know when to shut your frakkin' mouth and follow orders.
Tigh: Bill, I am so sorry that I didn't have the guts to tell you when I first found out.
Adama: Frak you! You got no guts. You're a frakkin' machine. Is that how it worked? They program you to be my friend? Emulate… all the qualities I respect. Tell me jokes… and I'd laugh at them.
Tigh: Bill… I was your friend because I chose to be. I wanted to be.
Adama: Ah, Ellen. Yeah, you know, Ellen was smarter than I gave her credit for.
Tigh: Don't go there, Bill.
Adama: Smarter than me. She knew from the beginning that there was something wrong with you. That's why she went around frakkin' half the colonial fleet.
Tigh: Shut your mouth!
Adama: Searching out, trying to find a man who had real blood in his main vein.
Tigh: Shut your frakkin' mouth!
Adama: She came on to me once. Like a dog in heat, I could smell. I could smell it… she smelled so good.
Go on, do it, do it, do it! Or I will. Go on, go on. Do it. Go on.
Tigh: Oh, my Gods. That's why you came here. To do this. You haven't got the frakkin' guts to do it yourself. I'm sorry, Bill. This is one time I can't help you. I think we've both had enough.
Adama: Did I ever tell you about my summers with my uncle when I was a kid? Foxes… would attack his henhouse all the time. Really pissed him off. He'd wake me up. We'd go with his hounds at night up into the hills looking for the fox. When the dogs smelled the scent, they'd go crazy. The pack would become a team. Forced the fox… toward the river.
Tigh: So what would the foxes do?
Adama: Half would turn and fight. The other half would try to swim across. But my uncle told me about a few that… They'd swim halfway out, turn with the current, and ride it all the way out to sea. Fishermen would find them a mile offshore just… swimming.
Tigh: Because they wanted to drown.
Adama: Maybe. Or maybe they were just… tired.
Tigh: Well, godsdamn it, Bill. We can't swim out to sea. I am the XO of this ship. You are the commanding officer. How is putting a bullet in your head gonna help Dee? It is sure as frak isn't gonna help all the others who are thinking about doing the same godsdamn thing. And what are they gonna do without the old man here to lead them?
Adama: Lead them where, Saul?

A Disquiet Follows My Soul

Tigh: I still don't see anything.
Cottle: Try looking with your eyes… eye.
Ishay: Here, Colonel. See, this is the head, shoulder, and there's a little hand.
Tigh: I'll be damned.
Six: It's our baby, Saul. Our baby.
Tigh: I need a drink.
Cottle: Here, next best thing.
Ishay: That's a lot of smoking around a pregnant lady.
Cottle: She'll live.

Gaeta: Captain Thrace.
Kara: Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood, Felix.
Gaeta: Oh, so you think I should give a frak about your mood.
Kara: Okay, let's have it.
Gaeta: You tried to throw me out an airlock.
Kara: Still crying about that?
Gaeta: The charges at the time were collaborating with an enemy in a time of war.
Kara: Waiting for the punch line.
Gaeta: It turns out the jury that convicted me was made of two Cylons and a woman married to a Cylon.
Kara: Rim shot! Big laugh, applause, applause, applause. Are we done? Oh, no, wait. I'm sorry, I forgot. We haven't gotten to the leg yet. 50 billion people are dead, and I'm supposed to give a frak about your leg?
Gaeta: Who killed those 50 billion people?
Kara: It wasn't me.
Gaeta: No, it was your husband.
Kara: Are you enjoying yourself? Is this how you get your kicks these days? Oh wait, I'm sorry. I meant half-kicks. 
Gaeta: What was Sam doing on Caprica before he so conveniently met you? You ever wonder? You think maybe he… nuked a few cities? Executed a few thousand prisoners? I'm just wondering. Well, then again, maybe you're a Cylon too.
Kara: At least I'm not a gimp.
Gaeta: One day, one day soon, there's gonna be a reckoning, Kara. And once again people are gonna
have to answer for what they've done.
Kara: Is that a threat?
Gaeta: You're godsdamn right that's a threat.
Kara: Well, you know where to find me, Felix. And in case you're wondering, I will definitely hit a cripple. Or anyone else.
Kara: So I guess a pity frak's out of the question then?

Roslin: It's a big ship.
Adama: You ran the whole route?
Roslin: Half. It's more than I've run in… a long time.
Adama: You're flushed. You look good.
Roslin: Thank you.
Adama: You're not supposed to look good. You're supposed to be in sickbay with a tube in your arm.
Roslin: Changed my mind.
Adama: Like hell. You never intended to go.
Roslin: Caught. Send me to the brig. I can run there.
Adama: Cottle says you're experiencing a moment of euphoria as your body recovers from the toxicity of the treatments.
Roslin: So much for Doctor-patient confidentiality.
Adama: Well, the President's health is a security issue.
Roslin: My resignation will be on your desk in the hour.
Adama: I'm not gonna hand the presidency over to Tom Zarek.
Roslin: Then the status quo will have to do.
Adama: Stop it. Listen, we need you. Zarek's got the Quorum in an uproar. The press is going crazy. The government is spinning out of control. Now… we need you.
Roslin: Take your hands off me, Bill. I've played my role in this farce. "A dying leader will guide the people to the… blah-blah-blah frakkin… blah-blah." I've been there. I've done that. Now what? Is there another role that I have to play for the rest of my life? Do you remember what we said on new Caprica? How we talked about trying to live for today? Well, you better think about that, because… maybe tomorrow really isn't coming. Maybe today is all we have left. And maybe… Just maybe… I've earned the right to live a little before I die. Haven't I? What do you think? Haven't I?
Adama: Yes, you've earned it.
Roslin: I have. Well, guess what. So have you. Now get out of my way.

The Oath

Admiral Adama, I am removing you from command of this ship. I am taking you into custody on the charge of treason.

You swore an oath when you put that uniform on. You pledged to defend this ship and her crew.
Gaeta: You swore the same allegiance. What happened to your oath? For seven years, I have done my frakking job and for what? To take orders from a Cylon? To let machines network our ship? No, you… You are not the leader that you were when we started. You're just a sad, old man that has let his heart and his affection for a Cylon cloud his judgment.
Adama: I want you all to understand this! If you do this… there will be no forgiveness. No amnesty. This boy… died honoring his uniform. You… You'll die with nothing.

Blood on the Scales

I never agreed to this!

Yes, you did.

No, this is murder!
Zarek: This is a coup. That you began. To take command and destroy our enemies, before they destroy us.
Gaeta: What've you done?
Zarek: This… is what happens.
Gaeta: No, it's a lie. This is all based on lies. Don't you get it? We had the truth on our side, now… Now…
Zarek: The truth is told by whoever is left standing. Adama has to go. There's no turning back now.

Zarek: This is Tom Zarek, President of the Twelve Colonies. It's over, Laura. Saul Tigh was killed attempting to escape. Bill Adama was tried and found guilty of his crimes. A firing squad executed him this morning. It's done, Laura. You need to think about the people of this fleet and surrender.
Roslin: No… Not now… Not ever! Do you hear me?!I will use every cannon… every bomb… every bullet, every weapon I have down to my own eye teeth to end you! I SWEAR IT! I'M COMING FOR ALL OF YOU!

Suppose a long time ago, it was… architecture. There was a year there where I scribbled floor plans on everything. Dining room table, patio tiles, rare books… Drove my parents crazy.

How old were you?
Gaeta: I don't know, eight, maybe nine. I tell you one thing, though, I had some frakking amazing ideas. Restaurants shaped like food. And top-heavy buildings, and stairways, everything had to have a stairway. Spoils of war. When I was older, then it became… medicine and… engineering, photography. I think I would've made a better architect than any of those, though. And then, I discovered science. And I… I thought I was really, really good at it. Until I met you.
Baltar: Felix…
Gaeta: Don't. And please, no religion. I'm fine with how things have worked out. Really, Gaius, I am. I… I just hope… I hope that… people realize, eventually… who I am.
Baltar: I know who you are, Felix. I know who you are.

No Exit

Hello, John.

I don't care for that name. I think you know that.
Ellen: I named you after my father.
Cavil: And you made me in his image. Thanks a million for that.
Ellen: I'd love a drink, John. If it's not too much trouble.
Cavil: I take it you're here because things didn't go very well down on New Caprica with you and the mister?
Ellen: I betrayed the resistance, and he poisoned me.
Cain: Nothing like true love.

He did what he thought was right. That's all any man can do.
Cavil: He's not a man.
Ellen: As someone with first-hand knowledge, I beg to differ.
Cavil: He's a machine. So are you.
Ellen: I think that depends on how you define things.
Cavil: Your ancestors didn't crawl up out of the swamp. Personally, I'm rather proud of that.
Ellen: You really haven't changed at all, have you?
Cavil: On the contrary, I've made vast improvements. You'd be astonished.
Ellen: And yet, you're still the same confused and petulant little boy I loved so dearly all those years ago. It's sad. I had such high hopes for you.
Cavil: And I for you. Unfortunately, it appears you still stick to delusional thinking instead of accepting the reality of your life for what it is. Humans have a word for that, Ellen. Schizophrenia.
Ellen: You used my name, John. That's good. There's hope for you yet.
Cavil: We'll talk later.
Ellen: John. It's a bit cold in here.
Cavil: I'll get you some clothes. After all, I've seen it all before.


Angel Six:
Well, you didn't want to be king of the fools anymore.

No, the only thing worse than being leader of this lot… would be being one of them.
Angel Six: Did you really want to feed those people?
Baltar: I enjoyed it, actually. I did enjoy giving. I loved it, actually. The more I did it… Done it long enough, I'd have given them my heart.

Someone to Watch Over Me

My dad used to play.

So what's the story? He forced you to learn, and he was such a perfectionist, you grew to hate it?
Kara: No, I loved it… actually. He used to sit me next to him on the bench when he played. Smell of tobacco on his breath. He taught me a few songs. I used to try so hard to get 'em right. Not because I was afraid he'd get angry, but because I knew he'd be so proud. There was this one song that he taught me. It made me feel happy and sad all at the same time.
Slick: The best ones do.
Kara: How is it possible that I found my body and I'm still here? I mean, what am I? A ghost? A demon?
Slick: You're asking the wrong guy. I'm just a piano player.
Kara: When I was leading the fleet to Earth, everything seemed so clear. For the first time in my life, I knew what I was doing and why I was here. Now I'm just adrift again.
Slick: Listen, you may feel like hell. But sometimes lost is where you need to be. Just because you don't know your direction doesn't mean you don't have one.

Tyrol: Sure as hell.

We're all in hell.
Tyrol: Thanks for your input, Colonel.

Islanded in a Stream of Stars

I just ex… We just experienced something remarkable. Hera wrote the notes to a song. A song that my father used to play to me when I was a child. The same song that switched us on when we were in that nebula. The same song that led us to Earth. Something is happening here, something greater than all of us, and that little girl is in the middle of it. She's the key, sir.

In other words, it's our destiny to go after her, right? Wrong. I've had it up to here with destiny, prophecy, with God or the Gods. Look where it's left us. The ass end of nowhere, nearly half of our people are gone, Earth, a worthless cinder, and I can't even walk down the halls of my ship without wondering if I'm gonna catch a bullet for getting us into this mess.

We're alive, Bill. Four years ago, I wouldn't have taken odds on that.

You've never let me down, Saul. I can't blame you for… being what you are, especially since it includes being the finest officer and friend I've ever had. This ship never let us down, so we're gonna send her off in style.

So we're gonna do this?
Adama: She was a grand old lady.
Tigh: The grandest.
Adama: To Galactica, best ship in the fleet.
Tigh: To Galactica.

Daybreak I

Galactica has been more than our guardian. She's literally a vessel into which we
have poured all of our hopes and dreams. And when she's gone, when we can no longer derive the security from looking out a window and seeing her massive bulk gliding by, then this life will be over and a new life will have begun. A new life that requires a new way of thinking. Now, I am willing to do anything… anything I can to make this new life a good one. All I am asking is that my people have a voice in the government. I represent thousands of people. They deserve to be enfranchised just as much as anyone else. I'm not talking about myself. This is not for me personally. Come on, Lee. It makes sense. You know it's the right thing to do.

What I know… Is that in all the years that I've known you, I've never seen you make one truly selfless act.
Baltar: Right.
Lee: Never seen you do something that didn't on some level serve the greater needs of Gaius frakking Baltar. So, no, I won't take your hand. And I won't bring you or any representative
from your movement into the government.
Baltar: Right. So that's what it boils down to. My people can't get representation because I personally haven't passed Lee Adama's selfless altruism test. I haven't been a goody-goody and won a badge of honor.
Lee: I don't think you've passed Gaius Baltar's test. Go ahead, look me in the eye and tell me about the time that you made a truly heroic act of conscience which helped you not even in the slightest. Tell me! I'll even believe you.
Baltar: You're right. I wouldn't trust me either.

Daybreak II

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm just doing my job.
Roslin: No. You've done much more than that. You've taken a patient who should've died years ago, and you've… given her a chance despite cancer, and the Cylons, and her own obstinate nature. And you've… You've given me the little time I have left, and for that you… You have my… my heartfelt gratitude and my thanks.
Cottle: Well, I… I don't know what to say.
Roslin: Don't. Don't spoil your image, just light a cigarette and go and grumble.

Lee: You know, my very earliest memory of my father was him flying away on a big plane. And wondering when he was coming back. He's not coming back this time.
Kara: No, he's not. Neither am I. Where are you going? I don't know. I just know that I'm done here. I've completed my journey and it feels good.
Kara: So what about you? What are you gonna do? Today is the first day
of the rest of your life, Lee.
Lee: Well… I always thought when this was all done I would… kick back. Relax. Spend the rest of my days doing the absolute minimum humanly possible.
Kara: And now that you're here?
Lee: I want to explore! I wanna climb the mountains. I wanna cross the oceans. I wanna… I can't believe I'm saying this. It sounds so exhausting. I must be crazy.

Lee: Good-bye, Kara. You won't be forgotten.  

I came across a grave a couple of clicks back and ran some tests. Their DNA is compatible with ours.

Meaning we can breed with them.

You got a one-track mind, Doc.
Baltar: What? Listen, I'm talking about the survival of the human race, actually. Not some get together with the natives.
Adama: You also have no sense of humor.

This thing is the key to my people's survival and I'm not leaving without it.

Hera's not a thing. She's a child. And she holds the key to humanity's survival as well.
Cavil: And how do you know that?
Baltar: I see angels. Angels in this very room. Now I may be mad. But that doesn't mean that I'm not right. Because there's another force at work here. There always has been. It's undeniable. We've all experienced it. Everyone in this room has witnessed events that they can't fathom, let alone explain away by rational means. Puzzles deciphered in prophecy. Dreams given to a chosen few. Our loved ones dead. Risen. Whether we wanna call that "God" or "Gods", or some sublime inspiration or a divine force that we can't know or understand, it doesn't matter… It doesn't matter. It's here. It exists. And our two destinies are entwined in its force.
Cavil: If that were true… and that's a big "if"… how do I know this force has our best interests in mind? How do you know that God is on your side, Doctor?
Baltar: I don't. God's not on any one side. God's a force of nature… beyond good and evil. Good and evil, we created those. And we'll break the cycle. Break the cycle of birth, death, rebirth, destruction, escape, death. Well, that's in our hands… and our hands only. Requires a leap of faith. Requires that we live in hope… not fear.
Cavil: If I leave you this girl, that means the destruction of my people. How does our extinction fit into this picture that you want us to believe in?

We'll give you resurrection.
Ellen: Saul!
Tigh: You give us Hera and we will give you resurrection. But the war ends here. You leave humanity in peace… and give up the pursuit now and for all time.
Cavil: Agreed.

How do we know we can take your word for it?
Cavil: You don't. You have to make a leap of faith.

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.

A BSG 67 legjobb dialógusa (1-24.)

Na jó, most már aztán tényleg nincs mentség, egyszerűen nem tudtuk se
följebb, se lejjebb kerekíteni ezt a számot. A tetejébe még csaltunk is
egy picit, mert nem kizárólag párbeszédeket vettünk sorra, hanem minden
nemű beszélgetést. Nem tehettünk mást, annyira jók ezek az idézetek,
hogy egy az egyben kiírtuk vagy kimásoltuk őket, emiatt három
részletben is fogjuk őket publikálni, hogy emészthető legyen.
Referenciapontnak így mindig jók lesznek, még ha együltő helyünkben
lehetetlen is végigolvasni őket. Következzen tehát a Battlestar
Galactica hatvannégy legjobb dialógusa közül az első huszonnégy, az
első és a második évadból. Az elmaradhatatlan elmés megjegyzések mellől nem maradhattak ki az olyan gyöngyszemek, mint Kara és Leoben beszélgetése a Flesh and Bone-ban, Baltar istenkáromlása a Six degreesből, illetve Tyrol több oldalas gyónása Cavilnek.
Sztalkernek ismét köszönöm a nagy segítséget.



Adama: Morning, Starbuck, what do you hear?
Starbuck: Nothin' but the rain.
Adama: Grab your gund and bring the cat in.
Starbuck: Aye-aye, sir.

Lee: So what's the charge this time?
Kara: Striking a superior asshole.
Lee: Ah, I'll bet you've been waiting all day to say that one.
Kara:Most of the afternoon, yeah.

Lee: Sir, "Apollo" is just my call sign. My name is Lee Adama.
Roslin: I know who you are, but "Captain Apollo" has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Starbuck: Permission to speak off the record, sir?
Tigh: Granted.
Starbuck: You're a bastard.


 Why did you allow the relationship to continue knowing it was against regulations?
Adama: I'm a soft touch.

Six Degrees of Separation

I don't see the hand of God in here. Could I be looking in the wrong place? Let me see. Proteins? Yes. Haemoglobin? Yes. Divine digits? No. Sorry. I'm sure I can find evidence of his divine hand in one of these delightful samples. After all, there are so frakking many I'm sure even I can be relied upon to find God in one of them.

Angel Six:
What is it that drives you to blasphemy, Gaius? A need to tempt fate?
Baltar: Boredom, actually. Indeed, every waking hour is spent in what some might say, has become my own personal religion. The Church of the Mystic Cylon Detector.
Angel Six: Are you finished? If you would give yourself over to God's will you'd find peace in his love as I have.
Baltar: Could you help me with this zipper? I'm having trouble.
Angel Six: He has a plan for us.
Baltar: How do you know it's a he?
Angel Six: There is only one, true God.
Baltar: Really? You running a glitch in the programme or something? 'Cause you say the same thing over and over again. Now, I've accepted your God and all that. Can't we reboot the hard drive?
Angel Six: He's not my God. He is God.
Baltar: Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God. He's big enough for all of us, isn't he? Now, please. Please, honey. Can't we do something a little more elevating?
Angel Six: It's important you form a personal relationship with God. Only you can give yourself over to his eternal love.

Baltar: For God's sake! I can't take this anymore!
Angel Six: I'm trying to save your immortal soul.
Baltar: What you are doing, darling, is boring me to death with your superstitious drivel. Your metaphysical nonsense which, to be fair, actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society, but which, I hasten to add no rational, intelligent, free-thinking human being truly believes. Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final analysis, little more than toasters with great looking legs.


Flesh and Bone

Leoben: To know the face of God, is to know madness. I see the universe. I see the patterns. I see the foreshadowing that precedes every moment of every day. It's all there. I see it. And you don't. And I have a surprise for you. I have something to tell you about the future. 
Kara: Is that so? 
Leoben: It is. But we have to see this thing through till the end. What is the most basic article of faith? This is not all that we are. The difference between you and me is, I know what that means and you don't. I know that I'm more than this body, this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream. But in truth, I'm standing on the shore. The current never takes me downstream.
Kara: This is worse than Galactica. And I didn't think that was possible. And what was that? Swimming in streams or something?
(Leoben Kara félretett étele felé nyúl)
Leoben: Do you mind? Thank you. Starving. Haven't eaten in days. 
Kara: Kind of bad programming, isn't it? I mean, why bother with hunger? 
Leoben: Part of being human. 
Kara: You're not human. How's your lunch? 
Leoben: You know how it is. When you're starving, anything tastes good. 

(egy őr váratlanul fejbeüti Leobent) 

Kara: Did that hurt? 
Leoben: Yeah, that hurt. 
Kara: Machines shouldn't feel pain… shouldn't bleed… shouldn't sweat. 
Leoben: Sweat. That's funny. That's good. 
Kara: See, a smart Cylon would turn off the old pain software about now. But I don't think you're so smart.  
Leoben: Maybe I'll turn it off and you won't even know. 
Kara: Here's your dilemma. Turn off the pain, you feel better, but that makes you a machine, not a person. You see, human beings can't turn off their pain. Human beings have to suffer… and cry, and scream, and endure… because they have no choice. So the only way you can avoid the pain you're about to receive is by telling me exactly what I wanna know. Just like a human would. 
Leoben: I knew this about you. You're everything I thought you would be. But it won't work. I won't tell you anything.
Kara: Maybe not. But then, you'll know deep down that I beat you… that a human being beat you… and that you are truly no greater than we are. You're just a bunch of machines after all. 
Leoben: Let the games begin.


Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down

Roslin: If you're a Cylon, I'd like to know.
Adama: If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed.


Baltar:  I just don't respond to the title "Doc." A dock is a platform for loading and unloading material. My title is "Doctor" or "Mr. Vice President," if you don't mind.
Tyrol: You are loading, are you not? 

Tigh: Is he going to make it?
Cottle: How should I know? I'm not a psychic. Now get the hell out of here.


Starbuck: You know you guys suck, right? Can't shoot, can't pass, sure as hell can't take a point.
Anders: Everyone's a critic.

Roslin: Doctor, I need your help. But it's illegal, dangerous and a violation of your oath as an officer.
Cottle: You're a lousy salesman.

Roslin: Well, Mr. Zarek, it would seem that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Zarek: Call me Tom.

The Farm

Anders: You always such a bitch in the morning?
Starbuck: Count on it. 
Anders: My kind of woman.


Final Cut

Adama: You understand that even a hint of this could be devastating to the moral in the fleet?
D'Anna: You're a master of understatement.


Cain: Commander… why are you launching Vipers?
Adama: Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon to be handed over to my Marines as soon as they arrive.
Cain: I don't take orders from you.
Adama: Call it whatever you like. I'm getting my men.
Cain: You are making such a mistake.
Adama: I'm getting my men!

Resurrection Ship

The spirit of the law requires something more here than summary executions. 

Is this what the two of you have been doing for the past six months? Debating the finer points of Colonial law? Well, guess what, we're at war! And we don't have the luxury of academic debate over these issues. 

Cain: Frak you.
Gina: You're not my type.



Starbuck: You know, the president says that we're saving humanity for a bright, shiny future. On Earth. That you and I are never gonna see. Because we go out over and over again, until someday some metal motherfrakker is gonna catch us on a bad day and blow us away.
Lee: Bright shiny futures are overrated anyway.

Lay Down Your Burdens I.

Tory: Madam President, in my opinion, people vote their hopes, not their fears. Baltar is offering them what they want to hear, and you're offering them a bitter reality.
Roslin: I'm offering them the truth.
Tory: They don't want to hear the truth. They're tired, exhausted. The idea of stopping, laying down their burdens, and starting a new life right now is what is resonating with the voters.

Tyrol: I pray to the gods every night. I don't think they listen to me.
Cavil: Do you know how useless prayer is? Chanting and singing and mucking about with old half-remembered lines of bad poetry? And you know what it gets you? Exactly nothing.
Tyrol: You sure you're a priest?
Cavil: I've been preaching longer than you've been sucking down oxygen. And in that time I learned enough to know that the gods don't answer prayers. We're here on our own. That's the way they set things up. We have to find our own answers, our own way out of the wilderness, without a nice little sunny path all layed out in front of us in advance. 
Tyrol: That's what I'm trying to do. Trying to find my way.
Cavil: Well, it's not going to get better until you see what the problem is. And the problem is, you're screwed up, heart and mind. You. Not the–not the gods or fate or the universe. You.
Tyrol: Thanks for the pep talk.

Cavil: Let's, uh, let's talk about what happened.
Tyrol: I can't really believe it. Cally. I-I-I don't understand how I could do that to Cally. It's like it's a nightmare.
Cavil: She said you were asleep when she found you. Were you having a nightmare when she woke you up?
Tyrol:  I don't remember.
Cavil: Oh. Been having any recurring dreams lately?
Tyrol: No.
Cavil: Okay. That's what we in the pray trade call a lie. And lies aren't going to get you anywhere, my friend. So skip over the denials and the deceptions and let's get right down to it, shall we? You're having dreams. What are they? Tell me about your dream, Chief.
Tyrol: Every night– every night, it's the same.
Cavil: For how long?
Tyrol: Couple weeks.
Cavil: And you were having the same dream when Cally woke you up, weren't you?
Tyrol: I don't know. I don't remember. Maybe. It doesn't matter, does it? All I remember is Cally on the ground and the blood.
Cavil: She stopped you. By waking you up, she prevented you from carrying out your secret desire to kill yourself.
Tyrol: I don't have a secret desire to kill myself.
Cavil: Well, actually, you're right. It's not a secret. You obviously want to kill yourself. Question is why.

Cavil: Why are you running?
Tyrol: I'm not.
Cavil: How long are you going to do this? How long are you going to refuse to see what's right in front of your face? Forget it. I'm done.
Tyrol: What, you're– you're leaving?
Cavil: That's right. I'm done. I'm done dancing around the truth with you. You know what's going o n. But you can't or you won't face it, so… I'm not a therapist. I'm not going to hold your hand and help you along. I'm just trying to get you right with yourself and with your gods, but you're not willing to do it.
Tyrol: I don't even know what you're talking about.
Cavil: Oh for gods' sake, chief! Come on! You think you're a cylon.
Tyrol: I am not a cylon.
Cavil: Well, of course you're not. But that's what you're afraid of, isn't it? That you might be a cylon and not even know it just–just like Boomer, right? Right? That's the thought that's torturing your dreams and crippling your soul. I'm a cylon, just like Sharon, and I deserve to die.
Tyrol: Sharon didn't know what she was. She just kept thinking– feeling that she was going to do this terrible thing. But she knew that she had to stop herself before she did.
Cavil: And you think that's what you're going to do. Some terrible thing. Well, the truth is, you might. But not because you're a cylon. Because you're a human being, and human beings do terrible things all the time.
Tyrol: But how do you know I'm human?
Cavil: Oh, well, maybe because T'm a cylon, and I've never seen you at any of the meetings. There's not much more I can do for you. You're going to have to go back to work and try and leave all of this behind you.
Tyrol: No. I– I can't. I can't go back and face the deck people again. And Cally?
Cavil: Well, you'd better. That's the o nly family you've got. Just know that that's your family and that they love you. Even Cally. Especially Cally. If you doubt your humanity and your essential nature as a human being, all you need to do is look to them for the salvation you've been seeking from the gods. The gods lift up those who lift each other, Chief.


Lay Down Your Burdens II.

Adama:  Do we steal the results of a democratic election or not? Because if we do this we're criminals. Unindicted maybe, but criminals all the same.
Roslin: Yes we are.
Adama: You won't do it. You've come this far but you won't do it.
Roslin: Excuse me?
Adama: If you do this you'll die inside, move the cancer right to your heart. 

Adama: You're not listening.
Baltar: I don't have to listen. I'm the president.

Sharon: As long as you offer no resistance, you won't be harmed.
Baltar: How do I know that?
Doral: You don't. You also don't have any choice.
Baltar: Very well. On behalf of the people of the Twelve Colonies, I surrender.

Még több maffia a Capricában

Sasha Roiz, a Caprica című sorozatban a tetovált maffiózó, Sam Adama alakítója előlépett vendégsztár státuszból állandó szereplővé. Remélem, ez azt is jelenti, hogy a tauroni szál kiemelt szerepet kap a sorozatban.

Michael Trucco és Kate Vernon ott voltak a BSG-aukción, ahol a Caprica és a The Plan kapcsán is faggatta őket a Sci Fi Wire. Trucco elmondta, hogy jó érzés volt belebújni a több évvel ezelőtt Sam Anders bőrébe, és annyira autentikus lett az időutazás, hogy nemcsak ugyanazokat a vendégszereplőket bérelték föl az ellenállási mozgalom tagjainak, de még a korábbi capricai díszleteket is pontosan ugyanúgy felépítették.

Magyarázatot kapunk arra is, hogy Cavil hol volt a második évad végéig: a Plan annyira beleszövődik a sorozat cselekményébe, hogy még második évados epizódok jeleneteit is felhasználták, és kiegészítették olyan vágásokkal, amelyekben az öreg cylon szerepel, csak nem látszik, mert egy fa vagy egy sarok mögött bujkál.

Mindkét színész örülne, ha visszatérhetne a Caprica spinoffba, Vernon különösen örülne, ha kiderülne, mit csinált a karaktere abban az érában, milyen viszonyban van Saullal, bajt kever-e éppen vagy tervez-e valamit.

Szolgálati közlemény: lassan elköltözünk

A Battlestar Galactica befejezésével elérkezettnek láttam az időt, hogy a blogolást a jelenlegi formájában befejezzem. Van még néhány dolgom, mielőtt végleg lehúznám a rolót, hiszen előttünk áll a találkozó, legalább két toplistát még szándékozunk összeállítani, és a Daybreak-elemzésem is félkész, de a hírek lassan elfogynak, kezd kiüresedni a téma.

A BSG blog ugyan okafogyottá vált, ez azonban nem jelenti azt, hogy nem lehet megőrizni, továbbvinni a szellemiségét. A közeljövőben fokozatosan helyezem át a hangsúlyt egy másik blogrja, ennek a “jogutódjára”, ahol már ötödmagammal fogok írni. Ysuval, Sinttel, Sztalkerrel és Gainesszel karöltve létrehoztuk a delta blogot, hogy a sci-fi szcénából szélesebb spektrumot lefedve valósítsunk meg valami hasonló légkört, mint ami itt és a Mary McDonnell blogon egyaránt kialakult.

Mindenkit szeretettel várunk a deltán, elsőként egy rendhagyó Star Trek kritikával, majd folyamatosan bővülő tartalmakkal. Május végéig pedig maradjatok velem a BSG-blogon is, hiszen vár még ránk néhány izgalmas téma.

Július negyedikén jön a Virtuality

Winnie írta meg twitteren, onnan tudom, hogy a Fox csatorna az amerikai függetlenség napjára, július negyedikére tűzte ki a Virtuality premierjének időpontját. A mozifilmeknek általában szerencsés dolog nemzeti ünnepet választani a bemutató napjának, a kérdés az, hogy ez mennyire igaz a tévéadásokra, vagy az emberek odakint is Irigy hónaljmirigy és Sas József-kabarékra vannak kalibrálva, amikor nem kell menni dolgozni? Winnie mindenesetre nem örült a hírnek, és ő a nézettség-expert, szóval lehet, hogy kezdhetünk aggódni.

A Virtuality Ronald D. Moore és Michael Taylor, veterán Trek- és BSG-írók munkája, és az első csillagközi űrhajóról, a Phaetonról szól, amelynek tízéves utazását azzal szándékoznak elütni a legénység tagjai, hogy virtuálisvalóság-modulokkal szórakoztatják magukat — amíg az első gondok föl nem merülnek a technológiával. Ha sorozat lesz a backdoor pilot nyomán, akkor számos érdekes konfliktus kibontakozására számíthatunk a maroknyi legénység tagjai közt, melynek sorait Clea DuVall, James D’Arcy és Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is erősítik.

Nyereményjáték a BSG-találkozón

Ugye senki sem felejtette el jelezni, hogy május 22-én jön a Battlestar Galactica-találkozóra? Már közeleg a dolog, lassan mindenki el tudja dönteni, hogy ráér-e a megadott időpontban, vagy sem. Hogy egy kicsit megpörgessem a dolgot, örömmel jelentem be, hogy egy nyereményjátékkal is egybekötjük az eseményt, aminek a fődíja egy bontatlan Razor DVD lesz.

A lemezt egy kedves olvasóm, Bálint Sándor ajánlotta fel (remélem, nem bánja, hogy nevén nevezem :)), miután neki a teljes sorozat megvásárlása után fölöslegessé vált a film, és én úgy gondoltam, a közelgő BSG-találkozó ideális lesz arra, hogy ezzel az ajándékkal viszontdíjazzam a blog olvasóinak kitartását.

Úgyhogy akit érdekel egy vadonatúj, brit kiadású (tehát csak angol feliratos), eredeti Razor DVD, extrástól, mindenestől, az kösse föl a gatyáját, és kezdje el magolni a Battlestar Wikit, mert meg kell majd izzadni a nyereményért. Addig én meg igyekszem kitalálni valamit, amivel a második és a harmadik helyezettet is díjazhatom.

Megvan a BSG-játék nyertese

Winnie írta meg a hírt, hogy a tv2-nél kisorsolták a BSG-s terepruha nyertesét, aki zorrobomber néven regisztrált a játékra. Innen is gratula neki, remélem, egyszer felbukkan a sorozatjunkie-n vagy itt, hogy elmesélje, hogy áll neki a szerkó, vagy esetleg használja-e kapálásra.

Keressük a legjobb epizódot – eredményhirdetés

Vasárnap éjfélkor lezárult a szavazás, amelyben az olvasók a Battlestar Galactica legjobb epizódjáról döntöttek. 345 voks érkezett, amiért innen is köszönet a sorozatjunkie-nak, és ez a mennyiség elég volt arra, hogy a győzelem megkérdőjelezhetetlenül, egyértelműen és nagy fölénnyel az Exodus második részéé legyen.

A Battlestar Galactica legjobb epizódja

A Daybreak bekerülése a megismételt döntőbe lényegében csak a dobogós epizódok esélyeit befolyásolta, megfigyelhető, hogy a Revelations, a Pegasus, a 33 és a Lay Down Your Burdens szavazatszámai alig változtak arányaikban. A Pegasus és a Revelations helycseréje mindenesetre nagyon érdekes, talán betudható annak is, hogy az utóbbiról azóta tudjuk, az alkotóik mi mindenre képesek még.

A dobogón harmadik helyezettet nem is lehet hirdetni, csak két másodikat, ugyanis a Crossroads és a Daybreak hajszálpontosan ugyanannyi, hatvannégy szavazattal fejezte be a versenyt. Érdemes megfigyelni, hogy ha a Crossroadst és az Exodust összerakjuk, akkor kapjuk nagyjából azt, amit történetileg a Daybreak próbált nyújtani, a finálé mégis inkább a karakterközpontúbb, fordulatgazdagabb Crossroadstól tudott szavazatokat elhódítani.

Nem is bizonyítja ennél jobban semmi sem azt, hogy az Exodus második része egy olyan jelentőségű, olyan erős momentuma volt a sorozatnak, amelyet sok szempontból azóta sem tudtak meghaladni az írók. Az új-capricai menekülés látványával és izgalmaival elérték azt a csúcsot, amit nemhogy a BSG, de az egész sci-fi filmes világ nyújtani tud. Az Exodus hivatkozási alap, ha látványeffektekről van szó, igazi mérföldkő, és nem azért, mert előtte nem láttunk több tonnás bárkákat hullani az égből, hanem mert nincs még egy olyan űrcsata, ami az érzelmeinkre is ugyanolyan megkapóan képes hatni, mint ezekre a nevetséges, kocsonyás golyókra a koponyánkban.

A Battlestar Galactica négy évadja pontosan elég volt arra, hogy az űrcsata fogalmát teljes egészében kimerítsék, kezdve a meteorzáporban zajló repülőpárbajokkal a légköri üldözéseken át a csillagködben fröcsögő Raider-vérig, valahogy mégis az Exodus ragadt meg az emberek emlékezetében. Egyszerű oka van ennek, és ez nem más, mint az ütközethez szolgáló körítés, a csata tétje és drámája.

Lehet egy háború jelentőségteljesebb, lelkileg megterhelőbb, gyomorszorítóbb, mint amit a több milliárd fős emberiség életéért vívnak? Lehet. Akkor, ha az utolsó túlélőkért, a fajunk fennmaradásának maroknyi zálogáért vívják. Ezt bizonyította be az Exodus. Ez a súly az, ami ezt az epizódot a Razor, a He That Believeth in Me és a Daybreak szemet gyönyörködtető effektjei fölé emeli. Ez az, ami mellett Hollywood összes űrcsatája csak céltalan dollárpazarlásnak tűnik.

David Weddle és Bradley Thompson a BSG stábjából az a két író, akik a legtökéletesebben tudják a háború fájdalmait megragadni és közvetíteni. Kitűnően vezetik vissza ezeket a monumentális eseményeket az egyes emberek drámájára, arra a lelki áldozatra, amelyet vesztesek és győztesek egyaránt átélnek. A nagyságukat bizonyítja, hogy ez a negyvenöt perc az egyik legszűkszavúbb epizódja a sorozatnak, gyakorlatilag néhány, hihetetlenül hatásos mondat vezet bennünket végig ezen az érzelmi hullámvasúton. Mindenki emlékszik Lee búcsújája a Pegasustól (“Thank you”), Adama döbbenetére (“Damn you, Lee – Thank you, Lee”), és Tigh “Not all of them”-jére, amelyektől nekem máig könnyek szöknek a szemembe.

Az Exodust soha többé nem lehet felülmúlni. Ha erre volt valakinek lehetősége, akkor azok a Battlestar Galactica írói voltak, de ők sem voltak rá képesek. Lehet ennél monumentálisabbat, látványosabbat, színesebbet-szagosabbat alkotni, de az csak a tálalás. Lehet ennél megrázóbbat, drámaibbat, depresszívebbet írni, de az csak alapanyag kérdése. Mind a két téren egyszerre érvényesülni, az csak az Exodusnak sikerült.