You want to talk about miracles? On the very same day that a very pale doctor informed me that I had terminal cancer most of humanity was annihilated and I survived, and by some mathematical absurdity I became president, and then my cancer disappeared long enough for us to find a way to Earth. You can call it whatever you want. And now, I’m dying.
Thrace: So you think I’m right? Adama: Maybe, maybe not, but I know she is. The president, she’s been right all along. I’m tired of losing. I’m tired of turning away from the things I want to believe in, and I believe you when you say, that you’ll die before you stop trying, and I won’t lose you again.