"Admiral?" "Admiral?" [reaches up to undo his rank insignia] You're the admiral now. So you call up Roslin. Make her laugh. [tosses his insignia onto the command panel]
The Admiral is charged with treason, desertion, giving aid and comfort to the enemy, and gross dereliction of duty. The punishment for these crimes is death by firing squad. [looks at Lampkin]
[over wireless] This is Tom Zarek, President of the Twelve Colonies. It's over Laura. Saul Tigh was killed attempting to escape. Bill Adama was tried and found guilty of his crimes. A firing squad executed him this morning. It's done, Laura. You want to think about the people of this fleet now, and surrender.
[with building fury] No. Not now. Not ever! Do you hear me!? I will use every cannon, every bomb, every bullet, every weapon I have down to my own eye teeth to end you! I swear it. I'm coming for all of you!
I suppose a long time ago, it was... architecture. There was a year there where I scribbled floor plans on everything. Dining room table, patio tiles, rare books... drove my parents crazy.
I dunno. Uh, eight, maybe? Nine? [chuckles] I tell you one thing, though. I had some pretty frakking amazing ideas. Restaurants shaped like food. Hm? [chuckles again] Oh, gods, there'd be buildings and stairways... everything, everything had to have a stairway. [refills Baltar's cup of coffee] Spoils of war. [sighs] When I was older, then it became medicine, engineering, photography. Think I would've made a better architect than any of those, though. And then I discovered science and I... thought I was really, really good at it. Until I met you.
[shakes his head] No. And please, no religion. [pauses] I'm fine with how things have worked out. Really, Gaius, I am. I... I just hope... I hope that... people realize, eventually, who I am.
