Battlestar Galactica

Commander Adama:
And just what did you think you were doing, volunteering for a mission like that?! Sire Uri must be laughing up his sleeve!

Captain Apollo:
What's worrying you more – the mission, or you being made to look foolish by Uri?! [Adama glares at Apollo] Look, I'm sorry I know better than that, but there was no choice. You didn't seem to have a viable plan! It was his way or mine!

Commander Adama:
Now you see?! He's got us doing it! Turning one against the other! If Uri weren't such a prima donna, I'd say let him lead! But we must not allow ourselves to be fractioned off; there are too few of us left! A single voice is imperative!

Captain Apollo:
But not his! He's only interested in himself! I don't understand how he got elected to the Council of Twelve, and you voted for him!

Commander Adama:
You should known him back in the Renaissance days of Caprica. He was one of the best! A builder, an architect of dreams! (Adama falters at the memory of Uri's regression to a corrupt politician) Now he just sits and decays himself with drink and remembrance. No wonder our world fell apart.

Captain Apollo:
Looking back is contagious. Decay and corruption go hand in hand with defeatism and lack of action. Uri moved in because you failed to act to have alternatives to his plans!

Commander Adama:
I believe it is sometimes prudent to steer away from the flames once you've been badly burnt.

Captain Apollo:
And I'd say you'd better look around more carefully. You're nursing wounds while we're still in the fire.