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