A small service is held for Cally with several of Galactica
's crew in attendance, including the Adamas, Roslin, Tory, and Tigh. After Adama gives his condelences to Tyrol, Tory passes by and shakes his hand, at which point Tyrol, seemingly without thinking, holds onto her and grabs Tigh's arm before the two play it off. Tigh meets with Caprica-Six in her cell to personally tell her that her request to see Hera Agathon has been denied. Caprica is curious about Tigh coming all the way down just to tell her that, at which point he sees her as his wife Ellen, as she continues to ask if there's something he needs from her. Later, Tigh and Tory meet Tyrol in his quarters. Tyrol is unsure of who he really is anymore. Tory tells him that they're perfect, above guilt. Tigh, however, refutes this, telling Tyrol that what he's feeling is grief - it's normal and it's human...Read the full recap
Baltar: Sons of Ares, they're the people who committed this attack. Obviously a fundamentalist splinter group. Although, all they're doing is trying to protect the old Gods.
Number Six: Old Gods die hard. Even among your people.
Baltar: (to a woman) I've seen you here before, haven't I? Your name is - don't tell me. Begins with M.
Baltar: Lilly. What's in your hand, Lilly?
(Baltar pries her hand open, revealing an amulet)
Baltar: Asclepius. The god of healing.
Lilly: I know you'll heal our people. But I thought...
Number Six: The old Gods are fighting back.
Skulls: It's okay.
Tyrol: Is it? Skulls? Is it?
Tyrol: I don't need to be patted on the head! You can tell me I frakked up.
Racetrack: Nobody got hurt, okay? Forget it. You're only human.
Tyrol: No! Don't say that! Tell me I frakked up! Say it! Tell me I frakked up! Anyone of you! Cowards!
Number Six: People have room in their hearts for one great belief, you or the old Gods. Which one will it be?
Baltar: Why can't I just be a man? Do I really need to take on the Gods single-handed?
Number Six: Oh, but imagine the kind of man you'll be when you do. Surely such a man must be magnificent, larger-than-life, godlike himself.
Roslin: I want you to look at me, Gaius. Just look at me. This is a wig. I'm dying. Now, if you look in my eyes -- Go ahead, look. You can probably see it.
Baltar: I'm very sorry.
Roslin: No, no, no, no. I don't want your pity. I'm still doing my job. In fact, I'm gonna aggressively pursue the men that attacked you. And I'm going to limit the size of public assemblies to protect your people, but I'm going to be slipping away from this life very soon. And I've gotten kind of curious as to what that's going to be like, and so I did some research. And there are some people who say that when people are getting closer to their death, they just don't care as much about rules and laws and conventional morality.
Baltar: Are you threatening me?
Roslin: No, no, I'm just saying have a quiet life, and I'll die a quiet little death, and everyone will be happy. It's just that I'm not in the mood any longer to indulge you. And that's... all. And you are being released, so stay safe.
Adama: She was a good woman.
Tyrol: If you really believe that, you wouldn't have threatened to stick her up against a bulkhead and shoot her. It's okay, though. I thought about doing it many times myself. Believe me.
Adama: Chief, it's...
Tyrol: How many of us ended up with the people we really wanted to be with? Got stuck with the best of limited options? And why? Because the ones we really wanted, the really loved, were dead, and dying, or turned out to be Cylons and they didn't know it. If Boomer had...
Tyrol: If I had known...
Adama: Let's - Let's go.
Tyrol: No. No. I didn't know.
Adama: Let's go home.
Tyrol: I didn't know. So I buried my head in the sand, and I took it, and I settled. I settled for that shriek. Those dull, vacant eyes. The boiled cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life! This is the life I picked! And it's fine, but you know what? It's not! I didn't pick this life! This is not my frakkin' life!
Adama: What the hell's gotten into you? Don't do this. Don't do this to her memory.
Tyrol: You know what? I'm sorry if I'm not going to do this the way you want me to, or the way you might, but I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn't an angel. But I can see you have. And now you've come down here to be in my club. But you're not in my club. You don't know what frakking club I'm in 'cause you never ask the right questions.
Adama: Chief, let's get out of here.
Tyrol: No. Why don't you go? Take care of your precious ship.
Adama: Stop it! Stop all of this! 'Cause if you don't, I'm going to have to act on it. Now shut up!
Tyrol: Great! Do it! Please! For the love of Gods, please demote me! Get me off your frakking ship!
Adama: Specialist Tyrol, I want you off my hangar deck before you endanger another pilot. You're to report to Petty Officer Basim tomorrow morning at 0600 for reassignment. Do you understand?
Baltar: Thank you.
Lee: I don't do these things for you.
Baltar: You do them because your God compels you.
Baltar: I am not a priest. I've never even been a particularly good man. I have, in fact, been a profoundly selfish man. But that doesn't matter, you see. Something in the universe loves me. Something in the universe loves the entity that is me. I would choose to call this something "God", a singular spark that dwells in the soul of every living being. If you look inside yourself you will find this spark too. You will. But you have to look. Deep. Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults? Love yourself. You have to love yourself. If we don't love ourselves, how can we love others? And when we know what we are, then we can find the truth out about others. See what they are. The truth about them. And you know what the truth is? The truth about them. About you. About me. Do you? The truth is we are all perfect, just as we are. God only loves that which is perfect and He loves you. He loves you because you are perfect. You are perfect just as you are.