Lochley: What the hell is your problem?
Michael Garibaldi: For starters, I don't know you, therefore I don't trust you.
Lochley: The world's full of people you don't know.
Garibaldi: I worry about that all the time.
Lochley: Tough. Get over it.

Londo Mollari What, are you afraid I won't come back G'Kar?
G'Kar No, afraid you will.
Mack: (to Bo) So... how long you figure they been married?

Londo Mollari: "The Minbari put great emphasis on art, literature, and music." Yes, but say instead they are decadent people interested only in the pursuit of...of dubious pleasures. The dubious part is very important. It doesn't mean anything, but it scares people every time.

Londo Mollari: [arguing with Garibaldi] We made a mistake, I'm sorry. Here, open my wrists. [offers Garibaldi his wrists]
Michael Garibaldi: Centauri don't have major arteries in their wrists.
Londo: Of course not! What, do you think I am stupid?

Londo Mollari: [enters room] Well, well, here you are!
Timov: And here you are finally, where have you been?!!
Londo: Affairs of state my dear.
Timov: State of inebriation, I wager.

Londo Mollari: [his last words, in a glimpse of the future] We have unfinished business between us, G'Kar. Let us make an end of it quickly, before it stops me. I am as tired of my life as you are.

Londo Mollari: [relaying the Emperor's "last words"] He said..."Continue. Take my people back...to the stars."
. . .
[outside Medlab, after the Emperor's death]
Lord Refa: Mollari, what did he say? Really?
Londo: He said..."You are both damned."
Lord Refa: Well, it's a small enough price to pay for immortality.

Londo Mollari: But this...this, this, this is like... being nibbled to death by, uh...Pah! What are those Earth creatures called? Feathers, long bill, webbed feet...go "quack".
Vir Cotto: Cats.
Londo: Cats! I'm being nibbled to death by cats.

Londo Mollari: Do you know what the last Xon said just before he died? [clutches chest] AAAAGGGHHHH!
. . .
[A drunken Londo climbs across a dinner table as he describes a collection of Centauri statues.]
Londo: This is Ben-Zed, god of food! And...Li, goddess of passion! And Mo-goth, god of the underworld, and protector of front doors. Gods by the bushel! Gods by the pound! Gods for all occasions!!
[He leans toward a discomfited Delenn.]
Londo: Have I ever told you that you are very cute for a Minbari?
[He crawls over to Garibaldi.]
Londo: Oh! And you are cute, too, in an annoying sort of way. Everybody's cute. Everybody's cute! Even me. But in purple, I'm stunning!
[He passes out on the table.]
Vir Cotto: Ah! He has become one with his inner self!
Michael Garibaldi: He's passed out.
Vir: That too.

Londo Mollari: Gentlemen, of all things in life, are females not the finest?
G'Kar: On that, Mollari, we can at least agree. [takes a drink from Londo's bottle]

Londo Mollari: Great Maker! Your eye! Cartagia?
G'Kar: My eye offended him. Doesn't matter. I can see things now that were invisible to me before. An empty eye sees through to an empty heart.[N]

Londo Mollari: He [a Narn] seems very glad to see you.
G'Kar: Yes, but we weren't gone that long. Less than a month.
Londo Mollari: Well, there you have the key to your popularity: your absence. Go away for a month and they bow. Go away for six months and they'll tear the place apart when you come back. Perhaps you should go away and never come back again. Then your popularity will be so overwhelming it would blacken the stars.
G'Kar: Mollari�
Londo Mollari: I have always said this about you: nothing so improves your company like the lack of it. ... Perhaps you can make some money from this: ten credits for you not to be there for an hour, a hundred credits for you not to be there for the day. And for you not to be there for the rest of your life, well, they could never afford it.

Londo Mollari: Isn't it strange, G'Kar? When we first met I had no power and all the choices I could ever want. And now I have all the power I could ever want and no choices at all. No choice at all.
G'Kar: Mollari. Understand that I can never forgive your people for what they did to my world. My people can never forgive your people. But I can forgive you.

Londo Mollari: Lyta Alexander! As I live and breathe...
Lyta: I suggest you remove your hand, Ambassador, or you won't be doing either for very long.
. . .
Londo: Lyta, I understand the Psi Corps is looking for you. I would hate very much for them to find you.
Lyta: So would I. Because I'm not with the Corps anymore. That means I'm not bound by their rules! [She gets right in his face.] So if someone were to turn me in, I'd find him. And before they took me, I'd plant a nightmare deep in his mind where no one else could find or remove it. And that person would spend every night for the rest of his life...screaming!
[she turns around and walks away]
Londo: Fine! And keep your threats to yourself! [to himself] Nightmares. Hmph! The way my life has been going lately, who'd notice?

Londo Mollari: No. I said where you go, I go. It's become a matter of principle.
G'Kar: You picked a terrible moment in your social evolution to develop principles. Perhaps you can start with something simpler. The moral equivalent of the opposable thumb, for instance.