[G'Kar and Mariel just discussed Mariel's part in the attempted assassination of Mollari.]
G'Kar: I warn you Mariel, do not be overconfident. If I was married to Londo Mollari I'd be concerned.
Mariel: G'Kar, if you were married to Londo, we'd all be concerned.

[G'Kar gives a "pep talk" to his successor, Ta'Lon.]
G'Kar: I believe there is a time for enlightenment and a time for things to get done. I have become a distraction for our people. They require patience, direction, determination, and strength. I have provided a little of the first two. Now, you must provide the rest. You have always been sensible and level-headed. A rock that will never shift or break beneath the demands of our people. And you have been my friend. In my absence, we will need someone to focus on helping our world rebuild and strengthening ties with the Alliance. In order to serve our people here and at home, one must be both priest and warrior in equal measure. In recent months, I have become more priest than warrior. Perhaps, now it is time for someone who is more warrior than priest. You may believe you are not ready, but you are as ready as I was when I first came to Babylon 5. Check the records, I think you'll be amused. When this message has finished, a copy will automatically be sent to Sheridan and the others. They will receive you as they would receive me. Good luck, Ta'Lon. Serve our people�reasonably, fairly, and with honor. The rest will attend to itself.

[G'Kar is aghast at his people's enthusiasm for more fighting with the departed Centauri.]
G'Lorn: With you directing us, we will finally destroy the Centauri.
G'Kar: You have just tossed someone off that throne! Would you put another in his place so quickly? The Kha'Ri spoke with many equal voices, not the one voice of a single leader.
G'Lorn: We need strength to lead us, fire to forge us. We saw that in the Centauri, learned that from them.
G'Kar: Then you have learned the wrong lessons. I will not take the throne. If the Kha'Ri is restored, I will take my place among them, but that's all. I did not fight to remove one dictator just to become another myself.
G'Lorn: But the Centauri�
G'Kar: Are a lost people! They ought to be pitied! They are already on a course for self-destruction! They do not need help from us. We need to redress our wounds, help our people, rebuild our cities!

[G'Kar is informed that Londo Mollari is the only person on the station that has a flower he needs for a religious ceremony]
G'Kar: Why does the universe hate me?

[G'Kar is outraged that Sheridan is allowing the Centauri Emperor to visit Babylon 5.]
John Sheridan: Now, if this bothers you, I suggest you stay in your quarters, stick your fingers in your ears, and hum real loud until it's over! Unless you'd like to try something as breathtakingly rational as trying to open up a dialog?

[G'Kar is showing Ivanova the shipment of high-yield thermonuclear bombs]
Susan Ivanova: So the next time we find out where the Shadows plan to strike, we can mine the area. And as soon as they come out of hyperspace--
G'Kar: Then, as you so concisely say, "Boom!"

[G'Kar tries to dissuade a skeptical Catherine from her flight to Sigma 957.]
G'Kar: Let me pass on to you the one thing I've learned about this place. No one here is exactly what he appears. Not Mollari, not Delenn, not Sinclair, and not me.

[Garibaldi and a security officer are breaking in to a post office storage room.]
Michael Garibaldi: What are you so nervous about? We went up against the entire Earth Alliance and two carrier groups.
Security Officer: Yeah, but this is the post office. This could get us in real trouble.

[Garibaldi and Sheridan consider the dessicated body from a failed cryogenic tube.]
Garibaldi: Lousy way to die, huh?
John Sheridan: Hmm. Last time I checked, there weren't too many good ways.

[Garibaldi and Tafiq are discussing Drazi cities]
Michael Garibaldi: What's with the streets? They're so narrow, you can hardly get by.
Tafiq: Tradition. Goes back centuries. To prevent invaders from taking their city, they built their streets too narrow for armies or engines of war. When you have to go by two or three at a time, you are most vulnerable.
Michael Garibaldi: See, now you can fly over and drop these things called "bombs".

[Garibaldi enters the casino to find an angry, inebriated Ivanova mopping the floor with the patrons.]
Ivanova: Are you gonna arrest me, Garibaldi?
Garibaldi: No way! I wanna live to see the future.

[Garibaldi harbors a very rude thought towards Bester]
Bester: Anatomically impossible, Mr. Garibaldi. But you're welcome to try.

[Garibaldi is cooking bagna cauda for himself and Dr. Franklin.]
Michael Garibaldi: Trust me, Doc, you are gonna love this!
Franklin: I can feel my arteries hardening just being in the same room with it!

[Garibaldi is visited by Dodger.]
Dodger: It's some guy's fantasy. A love hungry red-head who will disappear in the morning never to be seen again!
Michael Garibaldi: I'm sorry Dodger, what were you saying?
Dodger: [frustrated] It's a good thing I'm only here another hour or so, cupcake. Two weeks of this, I'd kill you.

[Garibaldi receives a recorded message from former boss Jeffrey Sinclair.]
Jeffrey Sinclair: There's a great darkness coming, Michael.