Dr. Gaius Baltar: I don't sound like I'm from Aerilon?
Chief Galen Tyrol: No.
Dr. Gaius Baltar: Well you know I take that as a particular compliment. I don't know about you, but I've always found the Aerilon dialect to be particularly hard on the ears.
[Baltar begins speaking with an Aerilon accent]
Dr. Gaius Baltar: Something about the consonants that scrape the back of the throat. Course I should know an awful lot about my native tongue, I spent hours on it in trying to overcome it. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a ten year old boy to change the way he speaks? To unlearn everything he ever learned, so that one day, one day there might be the small hope that he might be considered as not comin' from Aerilon?
[Baltar speaks with his usual accent]
Dr. Gaius Baltar: Maybe I don't know, Caprica... Caprica... oh to be Caprican, the seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. And what was Aerilon, just a drab ugly rock condemned to be the food basket for the twelve worlds, and that's how we were treated, like servants, like laborers, like working-class. You know you would have fitted right in there Chief, lots of men who like to work with their hands, and uh, grab a pint down at the pub and...
[Baltar again speaks with his Aerilon accent]
Dr. Gaius Baltar: ...finish off the evenin' with a good old-fashioned fight.
[Baltar returns to speaking as he normally does]
Dr. Gaius Baltar: Oh yes, I left Aerilon after my eighteenth birthday, I turned my back on my family, my heritage, all of them, of course it doesn't matter though, they're all dead now...