Sheridan: [over the PA system] This is the Captain. If I can have your attention! As of this time, 0315 Earth Standard Time, I am placing you under arrest for conspiracy to mutiny and failure to obey the chain of command. The order for Night Watch to take over Babylon 5 security came from the Political Office! The Political Office, despite its connection to the President, is a civilian agency outside the direct chain of command! Orders affecting military personnel must come from within the military hierarchy, starting from the President, through the Joint Chiefs of Staff, to your immediate superior officers. A Senator cannot give you a direct order! A governor cannot give you a direct order! And neither can the Political Office! Make no mistake, this is an illegal order! Now, we've contacted Earthdome and requested confirmation of this order through proper channels. But, since we seem to be having trouble with communications, this may take several days. Until then, you have two choices. You can stay where you are, or you can leave, one at a time. On your way out, you'll turn in your link, identicard, and weapons. You'll be restricted to quarters until the revised orders come in. When that happens, anyone who wants to file a complaint against me can do so. Otherwise...have a pleasant stay. Oh, and one other thing. If I were you, I wouldn't use my weapons on the airlocks. They're a solid beryllium alloy. The ricochet is a killer.

Sheridan: [whispering] Well...look at that...the sun's coming up...

Sheridan: A toast. To...absent friends. In memory still bright.
Michael Garibaldi: G'Kar.
Vir: Londo.
Delenn: Lennier.
Franklin: Mar--
Susan Ivanova: Marcus.

Sheridan: An old friend of mine once quoted me a [sic]...ancient Egyptian blessing: God be between you and harm in all the empty places where you must walk.

Sheridan: Can you stall [the Alliance council] a bit?
Delenn: Not a problem. I'll tell them we're declaring war on Earth. That'll give them something positive to think about.
Sheridan: [distracted] Good. Good. Give me the paperwork and I'll sign it.

Sheridan: I wish I had your...faith in the universe. I just don't see it sometimes.
Delenn: Then I will tell you a great secret, Captain. Perhaps the greatest of all time. The molecules of your body are the same molecules that make up this station, and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. We are starstuff. We are the universe made manifest, trying to figure itself out. And as we have both learned, sometimes the universe requires a change of perspective.

Sheridan: I'm tired, Delenn. Sometimes I feel as if I've been carrying this station on my back and crawling through broken glass for three years.

Sheridan: I� I never thought there could be anything worse than being all alone in the night.
Delenn: But there is. Being all alone in a crowd.
. . .
Delenn: In the service of their clan, they're ready to sacrifice everything�their individuality, their blood, their life.
Sheridan: Their honor? Oh, we've had plenty of that ourselves. Conspiracies of silence, because the larger ideals have to be protected. But you can't have larger ideals if the smaller ones get compromised. It's like building a house without a foundation, Delenn--it can't stand!

Sheridan: Morning, gentlemen. This is your wakeup call.
[Sheridan detonates three nuclear devices among the Shadow and Vorlon ships.]
Lyta Alexander: Captain?
Sheridan: Hmm?
Lyta: They're pissed.

Sheridan: Mr...Sebastian, I did a little digging, based on what you told me. The records confirm you lived on Earth in the year 1888. The records also indicate that you vanished, suddenly, without a trace on November 11th, 1888. That's a very interesting date, Mr. Sebastian. The morning after the last of a string of murders in the East End.
Sebastian: The city was drowning in decay. Chaos. Immorality. A message needed to be sent, etched in blood for all the world to see. A warning. In the pursuit of my holy cause, I...did things. Terrible things. Unspeakable things. The world condemned me, but it didn't matter because I believed I was right and the world was wrong. I believed I was the divine messenger. I believed I was...
Sheridan: Chosen?
Sebastian: [after a pause] I was...found by the Vorlons. They showed me the terrible depth of my mistake, my crimes, my...presumption. I have done four hundred years of penance and service, a job for which they said I was ideally suited. Now, perhaps, they will finally let me die.
Sheridan: I think that might be wise.
Sebastian: [turning to board a Vorlon transport] Good luck to you in your holy cause, Captain Sheridan. May your choices have better results than mine. Remembered not as a messenger, remembered not as a reformer, not as a prophet, not as a hero...not even as Sebastian. Remembered only...as Jack.

Sheridan: So, how did you find out about all this?
Bester: I'm a telepath. Work it out.

Sheridan: Telepaths are gifted and cursed in ways I can never hope to understand.

Sheridan: There is a spider in the web, Mr. Garibaldi. And I intend to find it and kill it.

Sheridan: What could make her [Lyta] turn like this?
Franklin: Well, let's see. She was..."adjusted" by the Vorlons, dumped by the Vorlons, used as a weapon. Quit the Corps. Lost the only man she ever loved and dedicated herself to finishing his work. Pick one or all of the above. Let's face it, she's pissed.
Sheridan: Massively.

Sheridan: What happens next time?
Delenn: What happens? What happens is that we honor the memory of those who are no longer with us by using what we have learned to save others. To exercise faith and patience and charity. To reach out to those who are afraid. If we can do that, then their passing will have had meaning and we will grow from it.