Marcus Cole: Touch passion when it comes your way, Stephen. It's rare enough as it is. Don't walk away when it calls you by name.

Marcus Cole: We've all been through six kinds of hell in the last few years.

Marcus: [as he's giving up his life energy to save Ivanova] I love you...

Marcus: Anyone special waiting for you back home?
Ivanova: No, not anymore. You?
Marcus: [bashful] Someone. She doesn't know it yet.
Ivanova: That's a strange way to pursue a relationship.
Marcus: I suppose so. Ah...I want this thing to go right. I want it to be special.
Ivanova: Oh. A romantic! I don't think I've felt that way since the first time!
Marcus: That's what I'm talking about.
[Susan's eyes narrow, get wide, then get wider.]
Ivanova: You mean you don't...you haven't...
Marcus: Yes.
Ivanova: You're a...
Marcus: Exactly.
Ivanova: With anyone?
Marcus: Never met the right person before.
Ivanova: Wow. I thought the First Ones were rare! Well, I hope she appreciates it.
Marcus: So do I. It's... [An alarm goes off.] I'm picking something up!
Ivanova: A unicorn? [he gives her a confused look] Sorry.

Marcus: At least a dozen ships have reported seeing something rather godlike in the area, and since neither you nor I were there, it must be one of the First Ones.
Ivanova: [smiling] You're having delusions of grandeur again.
Marcus: Well, if you're gonna have delusions, may as well go for the really satisfying ones.

Mary Ann Cramer: Is it worth it? Should we just pull back? Forget the whole thing as a bad idea, and take care of our own problems, at home.
Sinclair: No. We have to stay here. And there's a simple reason why. Ask ten different scientists about the environment, population control, genetics, and you'll get ten different answers, but there's one thing every scientist on the planet agrees on. Whether it happens in a hundred years or a thousand years or a million years, eventually our Sun will grow cold and go out. When that happens, it won't just take us. It'll take Marilyn Monroe, and Lao-Tzu, and Einstein, and Morobuto, and Buddy Holly, and Aristophanes...[and] all of this...all of this...was for nothing. Unless we go to the stars.

Michael Garibaldi: [waking up from his coma] Oh, God. I'm out of it for a few days, the whole place goes to hell!
John Sheridan: Well, I hope I can prove otherwise. Captain John Sheridan, your new CO.
Garibaldi: I don't know you.
Sheridan: No, but I think we'll get along just fine.

Michael Garibaldi: Barring an act of God -- and since I don't believe in God, that kind of narrows the odds a bit -- by this time tomorrow, we're gonna be at war with the Centauri.

Michael Garibaldi: I once saw an entire chorus line of purple wombats doing showtunes in my bathtub. Of course, I was pretty drunk at the time.

Michael Garibaldi: I really hate it when you get heroic. Cuts into my business. A man's got to earn a living, you know.

Michael Garibaldi: Protests are as much use with the Vorlons as fairy wings on a cement truck.

Michael Garibaldi: Sure is for people with nothing on the line. You and me? We just get on with it.

Michael Garibaldi: Well, my pop always said that laughter was better than pills for what ails you.

Michael Garibaldi: You know, I've been stuck in this tin can for three years. I haven't taken a vacation--okay, okay, it's my fault, I had the leave coming, I just didn't take it. And the pay sucks, I knew that when I signed on! And nobody said I'd survive the job! Now, I give you all that. But where in my contract does it say that I have to eat the same food for breakfast every day for three years?
John Sheridan: [matter-of-fact] Paragraph 47, Subsection 19, Clause 9A. You can find it in the index under S.U.A.E.I.
Garibaldi: S.U...A.E.I.?
Sheridan, Susan Ivanova: [in unison] Shut Up And Eat It.

Minbari: [to Sinclair] There is a hole in your mind.