Adama: I’ve got something for you. It belonged to your grandfather. My mum bought it for him when he was in law school. You see the engraving on it? Lee: Yeah, I can barely make it out, but… Adama: He was a better father than I was. Dad used to carry that into court cases. Claimed he never lost unless he left it behind. Lee: So you’re worried, too? Adama: About what? Lee: You know, sometimes it feels like the whole ship thinks Starbuck would do better. Adama: I don’t. Lee: How can you be so sure? Adama: Because you’re my son. Get some rest. You’re going to need it. Lee: Dad… I’ll bring it back. Adama: You’d better, or I’ll kick your ass. It’s a good lighter.
Battlestar Galactica; 1.10 - The Hand of God