David Martel: We live for the One, we die for the One, but we don't die stupidly.
Sarah Cantrell: Today is a good day to die.
David Martel: Oh with you every day is a good day to die!
Sindell: One of the Anla-Shok has acted inappropriately and must be punished, perhaps even expelled.
G'Kar: What was his crime?
Sindell: Staying alive!
G'Kar: Curious. Until now, I hadn't known it was a crime.
Dulann: Mimbari ears are substantially more sensitive than human ears.
David Martel: Well at least ours are bigger and better placed.
Dulann: Size is not everything.
David Martel: Yeah, I've heard that before.
Dulann: So I am informed.
Tafeek: No, we don't have any first-class accomodations! However, we do have several very long hallways and some very nice closets!
G'Kar: Minister Kafta, this ship is being held together by little pieces of wire and good intentions. If we land in this condition, assuming we do not have an unpleasant encounter with the ground on the way down, I doubt very much they could take off again. They would be trapped with us, and the ship looking for them would find it, find them, find us, find you, a brilliant cascade of cause and effect. Isn't the universe an amazing place? I wouldn't live anywhere else.
G'Kar: Every spacefaring race has two things in common. First, they have a food identical to what humans call "Swedish meatballs."
[on his non-Drazi name]
Tirk: My mother created it for me. It means "Don't touch me, I'm not having another child with you, ever."
Minister Kafta: I am sure there must be a planet with a breathable atmosphere somewhere in this sector.
[turns to the captain]
Minister Kafta: He could land, drop us off, and get help.
David Martel: I'm going outside. Need some fresh air.
Sarah Cantrell: There's nothing outside but hard vacuum.
David Martel: Typical.
the greatest writing ever in a series