- We’re not friends, you’re the CAG. “Be careful out there”? Our job isn’t to be careful, it’s to shoot Cylons out of the frakking sky. “Good hunting” is what you say. And now one of your idiot pilots is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says “Yes, sir” and obeys a direct order, or you smack her in the mouth and you drag her sorry ass down to sickbay and you make her take those pills.
oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the blame you took your suitcase i took the blame and i’m trying to make sense of what little remains ‘cause you left me with no love and no love to my name