[Dr. Franklin is treating Ivanova's broken foot.]
Stephen Franklin: I can give you something for the pain...
Susan Ivanova: Oh, great. Now you can give me something for the pain.
Franklin: What?
Ivanova: Where were you when I was going through puberty?
[He chuckles.]
Ivanova: No, it's okay; I'll get used to it. If it gets too bad, I'll just...gnaw it off at the ankle.

[Dr. Franklin takes exception to the Lumati's disdain for medical treatment of the infirm.]
Correlilmerzon [through Taq]: It does not serve evolution.
Stephen Franklin: Well, my job isn't serving evolution -- it's serving humanity, even when the patient isn't human.
Correlilmerzon [through Taq]: Yes, but what happens when the inferior, saved from the process of natural selection, begin to outnumber the superior?
Susan Ivanova: You know, I think we should all be moving on by now...
Franklin: I don't believe that any form of sentient life is inferior to any other.
Correlilmerzon [through Taq]: Yes. We often hear that argument from inferior species and their sympathizers.

[Dr. Franklin tells Ivanova about Garibaldi's coma.]
Ivanova: Well then, I'll say a prayer for him tonight.
Stephen Franklin: He's agnostic.
Ivanova: Then I'll say half a prayer.

[Dr. Franklin watches Ivanova as she storms off with his recovery-enhancing "food plan".]
Susan Ivanova: Figures. All my life, I've fought against imperialism. Now, suddenly, I am the expanding Russian frontier.
Stephen Franklin: But with very nice borders.

[Draal tells Delenn and Sheridan about what he's discovered using the Great Machine.]
Draal: Since taking up residence in the heart of this machine, I have explored its secrets, learned, and discovered that I can look into distant worlds, see and hear things you cannot begin to imagine! Along the way, I've learned some things about you, Captain! The loss of your wife--I know Delenn has told you about the coming darkness. And lately I've learned about your role in, shall we say, a "conspiracy of light" aimed at your own government?
John Sheridan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Draal: Yes, you do! Please, Captain, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. They would have to dig down three miles into the surface of this planet to learn what I know, and no one who tried would survive the attempt! And now I have seen enough! I said a year ago that this place was to be left alone until the time was right. That time has arrived. Now that I know the full capabilities of this place, I am prepared to place them at your disposal!
Sheridan: Are you proposing an alliance?
Draal: One of the first! There will be more to come. This has been a hard and trying year for you, Captain Sheridan. It might be helpful for you to know that you are not alone, and that in the long, twilight struggle which lies ahead of us, there is the possibility of hope.

[Drazi missionaries ask a distracted Garibaldi about the recent sighting of their holy figure Droshalla.]
Michael Garibaldi: Zack, do me a favor and explain the missionary, uh... position to these folks.

[Dureena extracts a data crystal from a Drazi skin pouch.]
Leonard Anderson: How do you know they have a pouch?
John Sheridan: Well. It's not a pouch... exactly... It's their reproductive area.
Leonard Anderson: Ugh, why did you have to tell me that? Hey, lady! Dureena! Listen! The only thing valuable I carry on me is my watch! I want you to know that in case that ever comes up in the future. Okay?

[during the memorial service for Ivanova's father]
Susan Ivanova: When I was thirteen, I developed a passion for Kasharev, one of the radical neocommunist authors.
Rabbi Koslov: Oy! Your father felt that Kasharev would be personally responsible for the destruction of Russian culture!
Ivanova: Exactly! But he was invited to a reading by Kasharev, and I begged him to take me. Of course, he had no intention of going, but I whined and pouted as only a thirteen-year-old can, and eventually, he was forced to surrender. So, after the reading there was a question and answer session, and for days I had been formulating the perfect question with which to impress my idol. So the time comes, and I stand up, I'm trembling, and I ask my question.
Rabbi Koslov: And?
Ivanova: He promptly said that it was the most foolish thing that he had ever heard, and that he had no intention of bandying words with a bourgeois little twit who was barely out of diapers. [Laughs] I was crushed. But then Papa stood up. And he said that his daughter was neither bourgeois, nor a little twit, and had been out of diapers for many, many years, while Kasharev's writings had yet to rise above the contents of those garments!
Rabbi Koslov: That sounds exactly like Andrei!
Ivanova: He then added that were he not a man of peace, he would have horsewhipped Kasharev through the streets of St. Petersburg, as his own father should have done many years ago!
Rabbi Koslov: Bravo, bravo!
Ivanova: Well, of course I was mortified. But then Papa took my hand and he turned, and as we walked out, he said to me: "It was a good question, dushenka."

[During the search for Dr. Jacobs in Down Below, Franklin and Garibaldi muse about disappointed expectations.]
Michael Garibaldi: Maybe somebody should've labelled the future "some assembly required".

[Entertaining Vir and his new wife, Londo is also struggling with a pest infestation.]
Londo Mollari: I swear, they are evolving right before my eyes.
[He turns to Vir and Lyndisty.]
Londo: If you see something this big with eight legs coming your way, let me know. I have to kill it before it develops language skills.

[Franklin brings a message from the ill Emperor to G'Kar, who had planned to kill the Centauri leader.]
G'Kar: How is the poor fellow? I was so looking forward to meeting him and opening up...a dialog.
. . .
[Franklin relays the Emperor's message.]
Stephen Franklin: He said..."We're wrong. The hatred between our people can never end until someone is willing to say, 'I'm sorry'. And try and find a way to make things right again, to atone for our actions."

[Franklin comforts Ivanova in her grief over Marcus's sacrifice.]
Susan Ivanova: All love is unrequited, Stephen. All of it.

[Franklin explains the principles of "walkabout" to Garibaldi.]
Stephen Franklin: You know, as a Foundationist, I was always taught that if you're not careful, you can lose yourself in the world. You get too busy with things, not busy enough with yourself! Spend your days and nights living someone else's agendas, fighting someone else's battles, and you're doing the work you're supposed to be doing, but every day there's less and less of you in it all! Till one day, you come to a fork in the road, and because you're distracted, you're not thinking. You lose yourself. You go right, and the rest of you, the really important part of you, goes left! And you don't even know you've done it till you realize, you finally realize, that you don't have any idea who you are when you're not doing all those things!
Michael Garibaldi: Stephen...you don't really believe there are two of you, do you?
Franklin: [chuckles] No, it's a metaphor! All right, there isn't literally another me walking around the station. But the principle is real! I realized I didn't have any idea who I was when I wasn't being a doctor, and I think I was using the stims to avoid facing that. Now I gotta fix it.
Garibaldi: How?
Franklin: By going walkabout. You just leave everything, and you start walking. I mean, the Foundation adopted the idea from the Aborigines back on Earth. The theory is, if you're separated from yourself, you start walking and you keep walking until you meet yourself. Then you sit down, and you have a long talk. Talk about everything that you've learned, everything that you've felt, and you talk until you've run out of words. Now, that's vital, because the real important things can't be said. And then, if you're lucky, you look up, and there's just you. Then you can go home.

[Franklin gets testy with Marcus on their cargo shuttle trip to Mars.]
Stephen Franklin: Is this really the best ship you could find?
Marcus Cole: Yes. [he flicks his pike open, then closes it just as quickly]
Franklin: Smells like the inside of a Martian pleasure dome on Sunday morning.
Marcus: Wouldn't know about that.
Franklin: Don't make me come over there and [flick] take that thing from you.
Marcus: Helps me relax.
Franklin: Marcus, this is the kind of conversation that can only end with a gunshot!
Marcus: Would you like me to sing instead?
Franklin: No.
Marcus: You haven't heard me!
Franklin: Marcus, please!
[the episode ends with Marcus singing the Major-General's Song by Gilbert and Sullivan]

[Franklin tells Ivanova what he sees when a patient dies.]
Stephen Franklin: And then, just at the last, it's as if they look past you at something else, and the look on their face, it's like nothing you can describe. And then, just as they look past you--the moment that they look past you--you can't help but meet their gaze and just for an instant, you see God reflected in their eyes. [pauses] I've seen a lot of reflected gods today, Susan. And I'm wondering how we can keep believing in them, when they've stopped believing in us.