[Bester works on Lyta's feelings of being ignored by the B5 staff.]
Bester: I mean, being a freedom fighter, a...a force for good, it's...it's a wonderful thing. You get to make your own hours, looks good on a resume, but the pay...sucks.

[Boxer Walker Smith decks a man trying to knife a distracted Garibaldi from behind.]
Walker Smith: One of these days, Garibaldi...you're gonna learn to watch your back. [N]

[Byron reveals his past to Lyta.]
Byron: I'm a strong P-12.
Lyta Alexander: But all P-12s are automatically designated Psi Cops. You were a Psi Cop?
Byron: Not just a Psi Cop. Bester's protege.

[Captain Jack Maynard of the Cortez has just met Delenn]
Capt. Maynard: John! She's...Minbari?
Sheridan: Mm-hmm.
Capt. Maynard: Uh...but she doesn't look like one! I mean, she does, but...but she doesn't! I mean, what's the deal?
Sheridan: We're still trying to figure that out. There's the story she told us, but then, the Minbari never tell you the whole truth.

[Centauri Emperor Turhan talks to John Sheridan about life.]
Centauri Emperor Turhan: No regrets then?
Sheridan: A few. But just a few. You?
Emperor Turhan: Oh, enough to fill a lifetime. So much has been lost, so much forgotten. So much pain, so much blood. And for what? I wonder...The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between. But there is still time to seize that one last, fragile moment. To choose something better, to make a difference, as you say. And I intend to do just that.

[Delenn and Sheridan "negotiate" an end to the Vorlon-Shadow War]
Delenn: The others have rejected you! How do you have a war when no one will fight for either of you?
Sheridan: We refuse to take sides in this anymore! And we refuse to let you turn us against one another! We know who we are now. We can find our own way between order and chaos!
Delenn: You can kill us one by one, and those who follow us, and those who follow them, on and on, every race, every planet. Until there's no one left to kill. You will have failed as guardians. And you will be alone.
Sheridan: It's over because we've decided it's over. Now get the hell out of our galaxy! Both of you!
[The Vorlons and Shadows hesitate, but Lorien steps in]
Lorien: As I taught you and stepped aside, now you must do the same. Our age is past. This...belongs to the younger races now. They have learned to stand on their own. They have learned...to understand. Time to let them go.
Shadow: Will you...come...with us?
Lorien: I have been here since the beginning. I will not leave you now. I will go with you beyond the Rim, and we will see again all those who went ahead of us, all those who we have missed for so long.
Vorlon: Then...we will not be alone?
Lorien: No. Never alone.
[The Vorlons and Shadows disappear, and their respective fleets leave the system]
Marcus: Did we just win?
Ivanova: Don't jinx it.
[Lorien turns to address Sheridan and Delenn]
Lorien: I waited a long time for someone to find me. Now, like the others, I find I hate to leave. But none of us can stay behind this time. That was why it was necessary to find all the remaining First Ones. This...is yours now. And you have an obligation...to do as we have done. To teach the races that will follow you and, when your time comes, as ours has, to step aside and allow them to grow into their own destiny. If your races survive, if you do not kill yourselves, I look forward to the day when your people join us...beyond the Rim.
[he starts dissolving into a ball of light]
Lorien: We will wait for you...

[Delenn and Sheridan are in his office, discussing the massive and mysterious artifact]
Delenn: May I assume that this has nothing to do with you wanting to be the first to unlock whatever secrets this thing brings with it?
John Sheridan: Me? When have you ever known me to have a personal agenda?
Delenn: John, whenever something comes into our proximity that has to do with the unknown, your eyes light up like two tiny suns. And do you know what words these two tiny lights spell out?
Sheridan: What?
Delenn: Mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!
Sheridan: Oh, now that is a lie!
Delenn: Minbari do not lie.
Sheridan: Well then it is slander.
Delenn: To be slander, it must be false. That's two down.
Sheridan: Well, then it's...it's damned inconvenient.
Delenn: The truth always is.
[she kisses him and leaves; he turns on a monitor and looks at the artifact]
Sheridan: Besides...it is mine.

[Delenn explains how they need to steal Babylon 4 in order to save Babylon 5.]
Sheridan: So you believe this?
Sinclair: I believe it.
Marcus: If Entil'Zha believes it, I believe it.
Susan Ivanova: I'll be in the car.

[Delenn finds Sheridan in the War Room, going over reports]
Delenn: Ivanova sent me to find you. She said you haven't been sleeping, you have hardly been eating; she said that you have been, in her words, "carrying on cranky." I looked up the word "cranky." It said "grouchy." I looked up "grouchy," it said "crotchety." No wonder you have such an eccentric culture: none of your words have their own meaning! You have to look up one word to understand another. It never ends.
John Sheridan: [not paying attention] Something here doesn't make sense.
Delenn: That is what I thought when I came across "crotchety." This cannot be a real word, I said.
Sheridan: The Shadows keep attacking random targets! Very illogical! On the other hand, once engaged, their tactics are very successful! Very logical! It's�it's a contradiction!
Delenn: Unless the random attacks are logical in some way we haven't yet determined.
Sheridan: Exactly.
Delenn: [grinning] So you have been sitting here trying to think illogically about logical possibilities, or logically about illogical possibilities.
Sheridan: Hm? Yes, yes.
Delenn: Well, no wonder you are cranky! [he looks at her in confusion, oblivious to everything she's just said] Grouchy? [still nothing] Never mind. Your face just broke the language barrier.
Sheridan: Ah...I haven't had a good night's sleep since Kosh died. I'm having the kind of nightmares that make your hair stand on end.
Delenn: Well, that would explain the Centauri. You need food...and rest!
Sheridan: [annoyed] Aah.
Delenn: The humans who you've been waiting for have arrived and would like to have dinner with us.
Sheridan: No, no, I don't have time! If they want to come here...
Delenn: So I told them yes!
Sheridan: Delenn!
Delenn: Since Minbari do not lie, except to save another, my reputation is now at stake. If you say no, I will be publicly dishonored.
Sheridan: [realizing he's been beaten] You don't fight fair!
Delenn: True! Dinner is in two standard hours. I will see you there! [heads to the door]
Sheridan: [muttering] Pain in the butt.
Delenn: [over her shoulder] Grouch.

[Delenn has offered to help Aldous in his search for the Holy Grail]
Jinxo: That's really nice! I mean, with the war and all, I figured you folks would...well, you know.
Lennier: There are two castes of Minbari, the warrior caste and the religious caste. The warrior caste would not understand. It is not their way.
Delenn: [slyly] So we will not tell them, and spare them the confusion.
Aldous: These two sides of your culture, do they ever agree on anything?
Delenn: [soberly] Yes. And when they do, it is a terrible thing. A terrible power, as recent events have shown us. Let us hope it never again happens in our lifetime.

[Delenn is in Sheridan's quartiers to ask permission for her and Lennier to enter the quarantine zone.]
Delenn: All life is transitory. A dream. We all come together in the same place at the end of time. If I don't see you again here, I will see you in a little while, in the place where no shadows fall.
Sheridan: W--Delenn! [She stops and looks back.] When I do see you again...call me John?

[Delenn meets her new aide at customs]
Delenn: You can look up, Lennier of the Third Fane of Chu'Domo.
Lennier: It is forbidden.
Delenn: I cannot have an aide who will not look up. You will be forever walking into things.[N]

[Delenn meets Sheridan for dinner, dressed in a stylish little black dress.]
Delenn: I apologize for being late, Captain. I decided that as part of learning more about humans, I would try to dress like one tonight. I hope it does not offend you.
Sheridan: No, no, not at all! It's...very attractive! Uh, please! [He helps her to her seat, but as he does, he notices a diner at the next table staring rudely.] Something I can do for you? [The man turns back to his meal.]
Delenn: It appears my choice was successful. The woman who sold me this told me that I would definitely..."turn heads"?
Sheridan: [laughing] Yeah, well, if they turned much further, you'd be sued for whiplash!

[Delenn meets with Neroon to discuss their castes' open war.]
Delenn: Yes, we've disagreed, even fought, but I would rather have someone who opposed me out of an honest belief in the rightness of his cause than someone who is always on my side because it was expected and required.

[Delenn struggles with her new hair.]
Delenn: Commander, I want you to understand. I acquired human characteristics to bring your people and mine closer together! To symbolize our mutuality! It is supposed to be a dignified, inspiring transition for both humans and Minbari, so will you please explain to me why this, this, this...
Susan Ivanova: Hair.
Delenn: ...refuses to cooperate?! [Ivanova gets a little closer.] I had no problems with it at first, but as time passed it...
Ivanova: [feels Delenn's hair] It's...pretty brittle. What are you washing it with?
Delenn: Washing?