Karl Agathon: (referring to the rescue on New Caprica) Hey, we all made sacrifices.
Saul Tigh: Is that so?
Agathon: Yes, that's right.
Tigh: Well, while you were pinning wings on your Cylon girlfriend, our people were strapping homemade bombs to their chests, doing what they could to take the bastards out. So forgive me if I don't get all misty over your sacrifices.
--Torn