Helo: Hey, aren't you Gaius Baltar?
Baltar: I haven't done anything. This lady here has ticket number 47.
Helo: Could you come up here please?
Sharon: What are you doing?
Helo: I'm giving up my seat.
Sharon: Like hell.
Helo: A civillian should take my place.
Sharon: You're going.
Helo: Look at those clouds. Sharon look at those clouds. Tell me this isn't the end of everything. Whatever future is left is going to depend on whoever survives. Give me one reason why I'm a better choice then one of the greatest minds of our time.