"Look." "Part of me would love to kick some chrome-plated ass with you guys, but it's not going to happen." "I just got other plans." "Other plans, what the frak is that?" "Nora." "So what?" "I got a wife and a kid." "You don't think I worry about them?" "What kind of future are we gonna leave them if we just lay down and quit?" "That's just a spineless excuse." "Duck's no coward, Chief." "He made his choice, we made ours." "Let's leave it at that." "Frak that." "We give thanks for the food you have presented us." "May this harvest be spared the blight." "So say we all." "So say we all." "So say we all." "We picked up all the weapons from the other sites." "They're in crates marked "machine parts."" "Smuggle them over here a few at a time." "Wait a minute." "You want to hide firearms in the temple?" "Something wrong with that?" "This is sacred ground." "The Cylons respect that, which is why they leave the temple alone." "And that makes it the perfect hiding place." "But it's sacrilege." "Well, I'll tell you what." "You say a prayer, ask the Gods to forgive us." "We move the guns in tonight."