Susan Ivanova: This is the White Star fleet. Negative on the surrender. We will not stand down.
Captain Thomson, Earthforce: Who is this? Identify yourself!
Ivanova: Who am I? I am Susan Ivanova. Commander. Daughter of Andrei and Sophie Ivanov. I am the right hand of vengeance, and the boot that is going to kick your sorry ass all the way back to Earth, sweetheart! I am Death Incarnate, and the last living thing that you are ever going to see. God sent me.

Susan Ivanova: What's going on? You all look like a Pak'ma'ra just ate your cat.

Susan Ivanova: You know how I feel about telepaths.
Sheridan: Do I ever. You threw one out a third-story window on Io.
Ivanova: There was an ample pool below the window!
Sheridan: I'll assume you knew that.

Susan Ivanova: You're a vicious man.
Michael Garibaldi: I'm Head of Security. It's in the job description.

Talia Winters: All the clearances seem to be in order, and the pay is very generous. However, there's something I still don't understand.
Kosh: Understanding is a three-edged sword.

Talia: Do you know what it's like when telepaths make love, Commander? You drop every defense, and it's all mirrors: reflecting each other's feelings deeper and deeper...until, somewhere along the line, your souls mix. And it's a feeling so profound it makes you hurt. It's the only moment in a telepath's life when you no longer hear the voices.

Thug: We don't talk to security. Why should we talk to you?
Marcus Cole: Because if you don't, then in five minutes, I will be the only person at this table still standing.
[the thug starts laughing]
Marcus: Five minutes after that, I'll be the only person in this room still standing.
. . .
[after Marcus clears out the bar]
Marcus: Bugger! Now I have to wait for someone to wake up!
[he is approached from behind by Lennier, who almost gets hit]
Lennier: I would advise against it. [looks at the wreckage] I see they trained you well back home.
Marcus: Well, they said I was carrying around a lot of repressed anger.
Lennier: And?
Marcus: I'm not repressed anymore!

Timov: Daggair! My, what a surprise!
Daggair: A pleasant one?
Timov: I wouldn't go that far.
Vir: Madame Daggair, my pardons! This is unconscionable! I was at customs. I don't know how I could have missed you!
Timov: Believe me Vir, if you knew her as well as I do, you wouldn't miss her a bit.
Daggair: Oh, Timov, Timov, why do you always try to draw me into your little verbal fencing matches?
Timov: Because I don't have a real sword handy.

Timov: He drags me out here, gives me no reason why he wants to see me! What's he hiding, Vir? Tell me! I won't bite, Vir.
Vir Cotto: With all due respect, madam, that's not what I heard.
Timov: All right, that one time.
Vir: It was twice.

Timov: The secret of our marriage's success, Londo, is our lack of communication. You have jeopardized that success and I would know why!

Timov: You knew about this you knew!!!
Daggair: I was caught completely unawares, I assure you! [To Londo] Petulant isn't she? Well, breeding will tell.
Timov: Ha! A bitch like you would know about breeding. [Daggair barely chokes down her drink, then stares daggers at Timov]
Londo: [Smiling widely] Ladies, ladies, please...Continue!

Vance Hendricks: Stephen, there's a Martian war machine parked outside. They'd like a word with you about the common cold.
Stephen Franklin: Tell them to make an appointment.

Vir Cotto: [Practicing his greetings to Londo's wives] It is a pleasure to meet you. It is a pleasure to meet you! It is a pleasure to meet you.
Michael Garibaldi: [Notices Vir talking to himself and approaches] Gonna introduce me, Vir?
Vir: You must think I look odd right now... [an alien passes by with Garibaldi staring].
Garibaldi: Well, I guess it's a little relative... [referring to the alien's strange appearance]
Vir: Actually, it's relatives. I'm here to pick up some women.
Garibaldi: You'll have more luck at bars.
Vir: No, I...
Garibaldi: Just kidding.
[Vir laughs]
Garibaldi: So, who are these women? Diplomats?
Vir: Oh, Ambassador Mollari's three wives.
Garibaldi: Whoa! A harem! The lucky dog. [a Centauri woman walks in]
Timov: Are you Vir?!
Vir: Yes!
Timov: I am Timov, daughter of Alguhl. You will take me to my husband.
Vir: I was told there'd be three of you...
Timov: [Looks at Garibaldi] Who is this?
Vir: Uhh...
Timov: No never mind. I said you'd take me. Is your hearing deficient?
Vir: No, but I do have a...
Timov: Then let's be off! [Walks away]
Vir: It is a pleasure to meet you!

Vir Cotto: I thought the purpose of filing these reports was to provide accurate intelligence!
Mollari: Vir, intelligence has nothing to do with politics!

Vir Cotto: One time, we were walking through the Alien sector, and we heard this beautiful singing coming from the Pak'Ma'Ra's quarters.
John Sheridan: They sing?
Stephen Franklin: There's nothing in the literature about that.
Vir: Apparently they only ever do it once a year, during their religious period. And we were listening to this singing and I saw a tear run down Londo's face, and I said, "We should go, this is upsetting you." But he said no, and we stayed. After the singing was over he turned to me and said, "There are 49 Gods in our Pantheon, Vir. To tell you the truth I've never really believed in any of them. But if just one of them exists...then God sings with that voice."