Michael Hogan credited as playing...
Colonel Saul Tigh
- Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: I have my flaws, too.
- Col. Saul Tigh: The difference is my flaws are personal. Yours are professional.
- Crewman Specialist Cally: [analyzing the bio-mechanical Cylon Raider captured by Starbuck, Tyrol crawls inside the Raider with a flashlight while Cally reads him Starbuck's notes] Starbuck's notes on the Cylon Raider are a mess! She said the engine power-up sequence began... "By squeezing something that looks like a red ligament with blue veins on the right side... coming out of a sack of gooey fluid... shaped like a dog".
- Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a bunch of veins and ligaments and sacks of goo!
- Crewman Specialist Cally: "... Squeeze the ligament with your hand, while you slide your weight on your left hip, into the lymphatic sack... "
- Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Well, that's just stupid!
- Crewman Specialist Cally: [Col. Tigh arrives] Oh, afternoon sir.
- Col. Saul Tigh: Specialist. Chief's inside?
- Crewman Specialist Cally: Yeah.
- Col. Saul Tigh: Chief?
- Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Yes, sir?
- Col. Saul Tigh: How's it coming in there?
- Chief Petty Officer Tyrol: Ah, I'm getting there, sir. Haven't quite figured out all the tricks but I'm getting there.
- Col. Saul Tigh: I can't believe you sided with that woman against the Old Man, I wouldn't do that if you put a gun to my head, and you did! As far as I'm concerned you're not fit to wear the uniform.
- Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama: Yeah, you're right about that part, I am not fit to wear the uniform.
- [pause]
- Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama: And maybe I never was. Then again neither are you.
- [turns to Tigh]
- Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama: But this isn't my ship, it sure as hell isn't yours. It's his, and when he wakes up, he'll decide what to do with the both of us.
- [leaves sickbay to return to his cell]