Tyrol: I buried my head in the sand, and I settled. I settled for that shriek with those dull, vacant eyes and that boiled-cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life. This is the life I picked, and it's fine. But you know what?! It's not. I didn't pick this life! This is not my frakkin' life!
Adama: What the hell's gotten into you? Don't do this. Don't do this to her memory.
Tyrol: You know what? I'm sorry if I'm not gonna do this the way you want me to, or the way you might, but I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn't an angel. But I can see you have. And now you've come down to be in my club. But you're not in my club. You don't know what frakkin' club I'm in, 'cause you never asked the right questions.