Commander Adama: [President Roslin is bedridden, dying of cancer, and coughing profusely] What can I get you?
President Roslin: [sarcastically] A new body. Perhaps, one of those young Cylon models from the Resurrection Ship.
Commander Adama: I can't see you as a blonde.
President Roslin: You'd be surprised.
Number Six: We're the children of humanity. That makes them our parents in a sense.
Aaron Doral: True, but parents have to die. It's the only way children can come into their own.
Number Six: Life has a melody, Gaius. A rhythm of notes which become your existence once played in harmony with God's plan.
Roslin: If you're a Cylon, I'd like to know.
Adama: If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed.
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