"War, right," Sam muttered, taking another bitter swig of his drink. "Being hunted half way across the galaxy, exterminated. And the lies, the doubt. Everyone questioning each other."
The humanoid cylons, hiding in the Fleet. Finding out he was one of them...
He held up his glass in a mocking toast. "Here's to a galaxy without war."
He stared at her a moment. "Never had the time to play sports? Ok, that's it, I'm teaching you to play Pyramid."