Nick Burkhardt: I guess you don't have to be a hexenbiest to be a witch.
Adalind Schade: You don't have to be a witch to work this kind of magic.
Col. Paul Foster: What about our evidence? They've got to take notice of that.
Ed Straker: Evidence. What's it going to look like when Henderson claims that we manufactured it, just to get a space clearance program?
Col. Paul Foster: But we are right.
Ed Straker: Sometimes, Colonel, that's not quite enough.
Greef Karga: He missed!
The Mandalorian: He won't next time.
Cara Dune: Our blasters are useless against him.
Greef Karga: Hey, let's make the baby to the magic hand thing. Come on, baby! [Waving his fingers] Do the magic hand thing. [The Child coos.] I'm out of ideas.
Alpha 6: Yo yo yo, whatcha talkin' about?
Urko: These humans are dangerous, don't you understand that? They think that they're as good as we are.
Keith: Form Blazing Sword.
Bizarros in a Bizarro World - S2-E10
Bizarro Superman: I am your father. You do what I tell you to do, you understand?
Bizarro Jonathan: Oh, so now you want to be my dad now that I have powers. Where were you before?
Bizarro Superman: Don't you take that tone with me. You know exactly where I was.
Bizarro Johnathan: Actually, yeah, yeah, I do. Uh, selling your shoe line and hosting the Kevins. Oh, and the trips with President Seinfeld.
Darien Lambert: Visual mode, Selma.
Aku: Long ago in a distant land, I, Aku, the shape shifting master of darkness, unleashed an unspeakable evil. But a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword stepped forth to oppose me. Before the final blow was struck, I tore open a portal in time, and flung him into the future where my evil is law. Now the fool seeks to return to the past and undo the future that is Aku.
Terror on Dinosaur Island! - S1-E2
Plastic Man: Are you seeing what I'm seeing? 'Cause I'm seeing gorillas riding pterodactyls with harpoon guns stealing a boat.
Helga: Don't shoot or I'll kiss him again.
Milo Oblong: She's not bluffing! She'll do it! Her lips are like shark skin.
Commander Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Baltar: Possibly a Cylon welcoming commitee.
Commander Adama: Sir, may I suggest we launch a 'welcoming commitee' of our own?