When Willie walks in, having skipped school yet again, Ruth gives him a tiny amount of shit about it, but she's happy he was with Uncle Sam. Which, she's hardcore in a very specific way that I love, but it also makes sense: She's operating from the same values and mindset as the Ha'la'tha, which is that to be Tauron is to be so often shit on that the Ha'la'tha is what makes life bearable, and in turn Willie better get started as quickly as Sam's doing it. Her nuttiness adds to Sam's nuttiness and makes them both make more sense: William Adama is going to grow up in a very harsh, very unwelcoming world, and if he's going to retain any sense of himself it means growing up in this society, not Caprican or Tauron but the Ha'la'tha way of things. Like, you can't really go back to Sicily but you'd better know the rules in Chicago.
"We won't tell your father. On Tauron, when you're 13, you're a man. You make your own decisions." William gives a great WTF but thanks her, and takes a bottle of water into the TV room, but she sits down in front of him and snatches the remote out of his hands. "What do you want to be, William?" He gives a Caprican answer; she wants the Tauron one. "What do you want to be now?" A Buccaneers waterboy. She's like, "Go for it." Get the job. He sighs and says how his connection -- the Joseph/Daniel Cigarettes & Misery Club -- seems to have discorporated sometime around the pilot episode, when Joe started stalking Daniel and getting on everybody's nerves.
Ruthie grins in the most terrifying possible way and tells Willie that you can't count on friends for favors like that: "You get the best things from enemies. Because they're scared of you!" Willie is not at all sure about that -- What big teeth you have, Tsattie! -- and Ruth tells him Sam will get this shit done. Just as soon as Joe stops fucking bugging him every five seconds.