Soul Hunter: You would plan such a thing? You would do such a thing? Incredible!

Stephen Franklin: Can God make a rock so big, that even he can't lift it?
G'Kar: Yes, I've heard it, but ...
Franklin: What if that is the wrong question? I wonder if the right question is, can God create a puzzle so difficult, a riddle so complex, that even he can't solve it? What if that's us? Maybe a problem like this is God's way of doing to us a little of what we do to him?

Stephen Franklin: I can't go back, but I can appreciate what I have right now, and I can define myself by what I am, instead of what I'm not.
John Sheridan: And what are you?
Franklin: Alive. Everything else is negotiable.

Stephen Franklin: It's all so brief, isn't it? Typical human lifespan is almost a hundred years, but it's barely a second compared to what's out there. It wouldn't be so bad if life didn't take so long to figure out. Seems you just start to get it right and then...it's over.
Ivanova: Doesn't matter. If we lived 200 years we'd still be human, we'd still make the same mistakes.
Franklin: You're a pessimist.
Ivanova: I'm Russian, doctor. We understand these things.

Stephen Franklin: May God save us from false religion.

Stephen Franklin: Something here doesn't add up, and unlike Mr. Garibaldi, I don't like mysteries.

Stephen Franklin: Well, anyone willing to command Babylon 5 has got to be slightly insane, but I don't think that you're ready for the asylum just yet.
. . .
John Sheridan: I prefer to be only slightly insane.
Garibaldi: Don't we all.

Stephen Franklin: You know, what the folks back home don't understand--the ones who've never left Earth--is just how dangerous space can be. Aside from incidents like this, just the everyday reality of living your days and nights in a big tin can surrounded by a vacuum. I remember my first time on a transport on the Moon-Mars run. I was just a kid, maybe 17. A buddy of mine was messing around and zipping through the halls. And he hid in one of the airlocks. I don't know, I guess he was going to try to scare us or something. I don't know. But just as I got close, he must have hit the wrong button, because the air doors slammed shut, the space doors, opened, and he just flew out into space. And the one thing they never tell you is that you don't die instantly in vacuum. He just hung there, against the black, like a puppet with his strings all tangled up--or like one of those old cartoons where you run off the edge of a cliff and your legs keep going. You could see that he was trying to breathe, but there was nothing! And one thing I remember when they pulled in his body--his eyes were frozen. [long pause] A lot of people make jokes about spacing somebody, about shoving somebody out an airlock. I don't think it's funny. Never will.

Susan Ivanova: [voiceover] Status report, Lieutenant Commander Susan Ivanova recording. It is now eight days since the death of Earth Alliance President Luis Santiago, and five days since Commander Sinclair was recalled to Earth without explanation. And the whole place has gone straight to hell.
[A transport tube opens to reveal Ivanova addressing a quartet of cowering humans and aliens.]
Ivanova: And as far as I'm concerned, the transports can wait until the SUN EXPLODES! And if you're not happy with the seating arrangements, I will personally order your seats to be moved outside, down the hall, across the station, and into the fusion reactor! Am I absolutely, perfectly clear on this?
[As she leaves them to their bickering, she continues her narration about the chaos on the station after Sinclair's abrupt recall.]
Ivanova: [voiceover] I can only conclude that I'm paying off karma at a vastly accelerated rate.

Susan Ivanova: After that [pacing to and fro], maybe I'll try pacing fro and to, just for the kick of it.

Susan Ivanova: Ambassador, do you really want to know what's going on down there right now?
Londo Mollari: Yes, absolutely.
Ivanova: Boom. Boom, boom, boom. Boom, boom. BOOM! Have a nice day.
[She walks away with a smile, leaving Londo to stew.]
Londo: Faugh! You can never get a straight answer from anyone around here!

Susan Ivanova: God, I hate mornings.
Jeffrey Sinclair: We noticed. Personally, I find it the best part of the day.
Michael Garibaldi: Ah, me too.
Ivanova: [sighs] We all have our cross to bear.
Sinclair: The time I really learned to appreciate mornings was during the three years I spent being taught by Jesuits. [His voice drops to a near-whisper, and Ivanova starts to nod off.] We used to get up at five o'clock every morning for sunrise mass. Then an hour of meditation before class. We would sit, quiet, at peace. [Her eyelids are getting heavier.] Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out. [She's out cold.] Breathing in, breathing out. [Sinclair winks at Garibaldi, and the chief swaps their just-started breakfasts with dirty, empty dishes, but leaves Ivanova's untouched.]
Garibaldi: Well!
Ivanova: [snapping awake] What?
Garibaldi: Oh, that was great! Boy, just hit the spot! [to Sinclair] I see you cleaned your plate too! Guess I'd better get going.
Sinclair: Me too, it's nearly seven-thirty.
Ivanova: Sev--seven-thirty? I...I didn't even...I slept through breakfast? This isn't fair! It's n...
Sinclair: Something, Lieutenant Commander?
Ivanova: No! Nothing, I'm fine! I'm fine, you'll have to excuse me. [into her link] C&C, this is Ivanova! I realize I'm late, but I'm on my way! [She runs out, and Garibaldi swaps the dishes back.]
Sinclair: I'll notify your next of kin. [picks up his tray and leaves]
Garibaldi: Four...three...two...one...
Ivanova: [out in the corridor, shouting] AUGH! GARIBALDI, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!

Susan Ivanova: I'm in the middle of fifteen things, all of them annoying.

Susan Ivanova: I've always had a hard time getting up when it's dark outside.
Jeffrey Sinclair: But in space, it's always dark.
Ivanova: [morosely] I know. I know.

Susan Ivanova: There's nothing more annoying than Mr. Garibaldi when he's right.