Captain Lee Adama: You know what gets me? I know that in two weeks, I won't remember his face. I can't remember any of their faces after they're killed. No matter how hard I try, they just fade.
Captain Kara Thrace: I don't even remember their names.
Adama: Names. Oh, let's see, there was- there was Flattop. (Starbuck spits some of her drink on him) Who bought it on his thousandth landing. There was Chuckles. (Starbuck spits out some more beer) Stop it, already. Please, not funny. All right. It's not funny.
Thrace: It is funny. 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. We're not. Because we go out over and over again until someday, some metal mother frakker is gonna catch us on a bad day and just blow us away.
Adama: Bright, shiny futures are overrated anyway.
Thrace: That is why we gotta get what we can. Right now.
--Scar