14917
Adama (semiconscious, labored): There is a way...drastic way...when all else fails.
14916
Commander Adama: Mr. President, I request permission to leave the Fleet. I have reason to suspect our home planets may face imminent attack.
14915
Tigh: You did it, Adama.
Adama: We all did it, Tigh; we all did it. Damage report!
Adama: We all did it, Tigh; we all did it. Damage report!
