...You know, we need to figure out who's side we're on.
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.
“Precipice” · Season 3, Episode 2
In this episode: Saul Tigh (3), William Adama (1), Laura Roslin (1), Tyrol (1), Helo (1), Sharon (1)
[to Laura] You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naive little school teacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something; it don't make a Gods' damned bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. (puffs on cigarette) So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em some place safe till you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.
HHelo
Symbols matter. Uniforms, flags, banners - even mascots. They're like pieces of your heart that you can see.
[before going to the rescue mission on New Caprica, to Adama] Can I ask you a question? How do you know? I mean, how do you really know that you can trust me?
I don't. That's what trust is.
[after Roslin apologizes for slapping Tigh in a heated moment]
You see, little things like that don't really matter anymore. In fact, not too frakking much does matter anymore. I got one job here, lady: to keep the Cylons preoccupied with the hornets' nest they've stirred up down here so they're off-balance and out of position when the Old Man shows up in orbit. The bombings? They got the Cylons' attention, they really got their attention, and I am not giving that up.
We are talking about people blowing themselves up.
You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naïve little school teacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something: it don't make a Gods' damned bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. (puffs on cigarette) So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em some place safe till you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.
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