Battlestar Galactica (2003) Quote

Number Eight: [weakly, child-like] Thank you.
Tigh: Thank me? For what?
Number Eight: For the privilege of finally being able to meet my father before I die.
Tigh: You shouldn't be thanking me. I spent most of my life trying to kill your kind.
Number Eight: Too much confusion. [death rattle, the Eight flatlines]

TV Show: Battlestar Galactica (2003)

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