Colonel. Saul Tigh -
?You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naive little schoolteacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something. It don't make a Godsdamn bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground, in the end they're just as dead. So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em someplace safe until you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.? - Precipice
Insurgent bunker.
Chief: Did you hear? The Cylons cut food rations toady.
Anders: We heard. How long before the next Raptor transmission?
Chief: Two minutes. You know, they're taking about shutting down the marketplace. It's a security risk.
Tigh: We'll shift targets.
Chief: You were gonna hit the marketplace. The market? Full of civilians. This is crazy. You know, we need to figure out whose side we're o n.
Tigh: Which side are we o n? We're o n the side of the demons, Chief. We're evil men in the gardens of Paradise. Sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that.
Chief: Contact. They're ready for the sitrep.
Tigh: Send it twice, just to make sure.
-Also from Precipice.
Col. Saul Tigh was a mean, drunk, son of a madam, who didn't take crap from anyone.