Apollo : [both of their Vipers are attached together while trying to land on the Galactica]  We're coming in a little hot, don't you think? Starbuck : [lying]  No, not really.

Apollo : Are you sure this is a good idea? Starbuck : No... not really.

Starbuck : I thought you were dead. Apollo : Well, I thought you were in hack. Starbuck : It's - it's good to be wrong. Apollo : Well, you should be used to it by now. Starbuck : Everyone has a skill.

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

[looting the display Viper Mk.2s from the museum for combat duty]  Starbuck : You sure they'll fly? Tyrol : Well, the reactor's still hot, so all we have to do is pull the rad buffers from the engine, refuel it, load the ordnance, and you're ready to go. The biggest problem is getting them over to the port launch bay. Starbuck : Why can't we use the starboard launch? Tyrol : It's a gift shop now. Starbuck : Frak me.

[Talking to Starbuck over the radio]  Adama : Morning, Starbuck, what do you hear? Starbuck : Nothin' but the rain. Adama : Grab your gun and bring the cat in. Starbuck : Aye-aye, sir.

[Starbuck's in the brig]  Apollo : What's the charge this time? Starbuck : Striking a superior asshole.