Survivor count: 49,550

The population of New Caprica City is 39,192.

Aside from its runtime, this episode is different in that there is no teaser. Instead the credit sequence picks up directly from the recap and then proceeds into the first act.

The seventh Cylon is revealed: Brother Cavil.

A 60-minute version of this episode is available for international distribution, which completely drops some plot threads.

Dr. Cottle: I'm kickin' ya outta here and sending ya back to work.
Cally: Work like this?
Dr. Cottle: You gotta love a woman who can complain even with her jaw wired shut.

Kara: I'm not going back to one of those farms.
Sharon: Yeah, well, you won't have any choice! None of us will! They're gonna lob some gas in here and then we'll all wake up somewhere else!

Roslin: I know in my gut that settling on this planet's gonna mean disaster for humanity, and I will not say otherwise just to win an election.

Roslin: So, I guess I should start packing up my office unless you have some super secret backup plan for victory in your pocket.
Tory Foster: There's always a backup plan for victory.

Kara: They're gone. They just left.
Cavil: Thank the Gods! It's a miracle.

Cavil: Yes, uh, he's right. I'm a Cylon. And I have a message. So... take me to your leader.

Helo: Sharon, we finally got he Admiral to start trusting us! Finally! And what?
Sharon: They killed my baby. You think I care about you, or us, or whether the Admiral trusts me anymore?

Brother Cavil: You mind telling me what's going on? I'm not a frakking Cylon! I'm no - (sees another Cavil model in the cell) Oh. Well... okay then.

Brother Cavil: There is no God.
Cavil: Supernatural divinities are the primitives' answer for why the sun goes down at night.
Brother Cavil: At least that's what we've been telling the others for years.
Cavil: Can't really prove it, one way or the other, of course.
Roslin: I know a way to prove it. Throw them both out the airlock. Let them see if there really is a Cylon God.

Tom Zarek: I've seen a lot of elections, Gaius. Most honest, a few fixed. And you can always tell the fixed ones because they don't make sense. And this doesn't make sense.
Baltar: Laura Roslin is many things... but she's not corrupt, and she's not dishonest. It's over.

Adama: Congratulations, Madam President.
Roslin: Oh, thank you.
Adama: I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but are you as shocked as I am?
Roslin: I'm relieved.
Adama: Well, you don't sound it.
Roslin: I'm just tired. It's been a long campaign.

Adama: Do we steal the results of a democratic election or not? That's the decision. Because if we do this, we're criminals. Unindicted, maybe, but criminals just the same.

Adama: You try to steal this election, you'll die inside, likely move your cancer right to your heart. The people made their choice. We're gonna have to live with it.
Roslin: It's the wrong choice.
Adama: Yes, it is.
Roslin: All right. All right. All right. So that's it. We just give it up, just like that.
Adama: The battle, perhaps, but not the war.

Baltar: How many Cylon attacks have there been since I took office? How many?
Gaeta: None, sir.
Baltar: None, precisely so why do the people complain? Tell the union to get off their fat arses and do some frakking work for a change or I'll start rounding up their leaders and holding them in detention. I'll doubt they'll like that very much!

Tyrol: Please! Please be quiet!
Cally: Hey! Shut the frak up!

Gaeta: Mr. President! Mr. President!
Baltar: Don't you knock?
Gaeta: Gaius. Gaius!
Baltar: Yeah, what is it?
Gaeta: The Cylons just jumped into orbit and the fleet's jumped away.

Baltar: (to the Cylons) On behalf of the people of the Twelve Colonies, I surrender.

Tyrol: What do you want to do now, Captain?
Kara: The same thing we always do: fight them until we can't.

Tyrol's union speech on New Caprica is a paraphrase of a famous speech given by Mario Savio.

Corruption of the uncorruptiable is carefully analyzed in this episode whilst the president is seen even by her anthesis as being far from reproach. Still, glaringly one sees that even among even the stillfast held to honour, sway from their ideals amidst the torrents.