Battlestar Galactica: The Original Series

Long-range scan indicates unknown craft approaching.

Place your trust in me and I promise you all things will be possible.

Those are not the sounds I am seeking.

Holy frak.

Why do you people persist in foolish acts? You cannot hurt me.

The Cylons lured me into their deception once... never again.

Everyone's entitled to a little confusion in their lives. I practically thrive on it.

Attention. Attention. His Eminence, the Imperious Leader, will be with us shortly.

I really think you should look at the other Battlestar.

Retreat, Squadron, retreat.

I find your reasoning logical.

Scan for alien forms.

I cannot stay here too long before my machine friends will become nervous and do something rash.

What is your command?

Aft laser turrets report an attacking Battlestar.

I was just thinking. –That's what I was afraid of.

All Base ships are now in range to attack the colonies.

Let the attack begin.

You certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.

Report, Centurion.

How is it after all this time I'm still learning things about my own father? –How is it that after all this time I'm still learning things about my own son?

By your command.