Tyrol quotes from Battlestar Galactica (2003)

We'll sleep when we're dead, c'mon!

Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing, couldn't trap a landing worth a damn.

Colonel Saul Tigh

You're sweating.

It's hot in here.

Tigh

How long have you known that Lieutenant Valerii was planning to assassinate Commander Adama?

I had no idea she was planning anything of the kind.

Tigh

[reaching for a flask in his boot] You were frakking her.

I ended that weeks ago, on your orders-

Tigh

You covered for her, you lied for her...

I admit, I used bad judgment-

Tigh

...you protected her at every turn...

Colonel, I had no idea she was a Cylon! [sees that Tigh clearly disbelieves him] I would like to exercise my Article 21 rights at this time.

Tigh

[chuckles darkly] I'm sure you would. I guess you haven't heard: Cylons don't have rights.

(surprised) Cylon?! Wait a minute-!

Tigh

You know what we do with Cylons, Chief?

I'm not a Cylon!

Tigh

Roslin came up with the execution method.

I'm Galen Tyrol!

Tigh

She put a Cylon out of the airlock.

My father was a priest! My mother was an oracle! I've served on Battlestars since I was eighteen years old! Pegasus, Columbia, Atlantia, Galac-

Tigh

[shouting] Don't talk to me like you're a soldier! You are not a soldier! [more quietly] The old man always had a soft spot for you. Let him decide what to do with you.

Colonel, you've gotta believe me. I'm not a Cylon. I'd never do anything to hurt Adama. I love the old man!

Tigh

That's what your girlfriend said. [to the nearby guard] Get him the hell out of here!

Adama

She was a Cylon, a machine. Is that what Boomer was, a machine? A thing?

That's what she turned out to be.

Adama

She was more than that to us. She was more than that to me. She was a vital, living person aboard my ship for almost two years. She couldn't have been just a machine. Could you love a machine?

Adama

Did you love her Chief?

I thought I did.

Adama

Well, when you think you love somebody, you love them. That's what love is. Thoughts…

How simple could it be? Okay. We're in the north-northwest continent, quadrant C, sector 2, which...

Oh, for frak's sake, let me see if I can make heads or tails of it.

Look, I marked the terrain as best as I could but we're not... topography's for pansies anyways.

Nobody's expecting a miracle.

Maybe that's the problem.

Tigh

What's this, Chief?

I'm making solvent, sir, to clean machine parts.

Tigh

Solvent my ass. I know a still when I smell it.

How do you know I'm human?

Oh, well, maybe because I'm a Cylon and I've never seen you at any of the meetings.

Do you know how useless prayer is? Chanting, and singing, and mucking about with old half-remembered lines of bad poetry? And you know what it gets you? Exactly nothing.

Are you sure that you're a priest?

What do you want to do now, Captain?

The same thing we always do. Fight them until we can't.

...You know, we need to figure out who's side we're on.

Tigh

Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We're evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go.

I've known people from Aerelon. You don't sound anything like them.

Gaius Baltar

I don't sound like I'm from Aerelon?

No.

Baltar

Well, you know, I take that as a particular compliment. I don't know about you, but I've always founds the Aerelon dialect to be particularly hard on the ears. [affects a Yorkshire accent] Something about the consonants that scrape the back of the throat. [murmurs] Of course, I should know an awful lot about my native tongue; I spent hours on end trying to overcome it. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a ten-year-old boy to change the way he speaks? To unlearn everything he ever learned so that one day, one day there might be the small hope that he might be considered as not comin' from Aerelon? Maybe... I don't know... [switches back to Received Pronunciation.] Caprica. Caprican. Oh, to be Caprican. The seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. And what was Aerelon, just a drab, ugly rock condemned to be the food basket for the Twelve Worlds. And that's how we were treated: like servants, like laborers, like working class. You know, you'd have fitted right in there, Chief. Lots of men who [switches back to Yorkshire accent] liked to work with their hands and, grab a pint down t'pub, and finish off the evening with a good old-fashioned fight.[switches back to Received Pronunciation] Oh yes, I left Aerelon after my eighteenth birthday. I turned my back on my family, on my heritage. All of them. 'Course it doesn't matter, that. They're all dead now.

Athena tells me the upgrades should...triple the Fleet's jump capacity.

Absolutely. And that's conservative. Their technology-our technology, is way ahead of ours. Yours.

Tigh

Maybe you'd like a chart to keep it all straight?

Hot Dog

I don't know anything about being a father.

It sucks... except the parts that don't.