[Londo and G'Kar watch the ISN report on the new Interstellar Alliance.]
Londo Mollari: So, how does it feel to make history, hmm?
G'Kar: You do not make history. You can only hope to survive it.

[Londo and G'Kar's arrive on Babylon 5 during a celebration.]
Londo Mollari: So Doctor...who died?
Stephen Franklin: [confused] What are you talking about?
Londo Mollari: Among my people this is how we celebrate state funerals. Our marriage ceremonies are solemn, sober. Moments of reflection...also regret, disagreement, argument and mutual recrimination. Once you know it can't get any worse you can sit back and enjoy the marriage. But to start with something like this? No, it is a very bad sign for the future.
[Franklin and Garabaldi walk off.]
Londo Mollari: Perhaps it is something I said?
G'Kar: Perhaps it is everything you say.

[Londo attempts to recruit Vir into the conspiracy to assassinate Emperor Cartagia.]
Vir Cotto: I've never been involved in a conspiracy to kill anyone before, not to mention the Emperor! I thought we were past this centuries ago! I mean, there's got to be another way, Londo! I mean, can't we reason with him or something...
. . .
[after meeting Cartagia and hearing him bemoan G'Kar's refusal to scream, despite being tortured in supremely painful ways]
Vir: Londo? Remember what I said before about "there must be another way"? I was wrong. Kill him!

[Londo awakes from a coma.]
Stephen Franklin: Are you okay? Londo, do you know where you are?
Londo: [looks around and sees his wives] Either in Medlab, or in Hell. Either way, the decor needs work.
Daggair: Oh, Doctor Franklin! Thank you for saving our husband! You've done the Centauri a great service!
Mariel: I agree. It's so good to see you with us again, Londo!
Londo: Well, that settles it, Doctor! I am in hell! And what, not a word from you, Timov? Not an insincere word of relief? Not a blink of false concern for my well-being?
Timov: No. If you'll excuse me, I'll be in my quarters. I'm suddenly feeling...quite fatigued. [She leaves.]
Mariel: Yes, I think I will do the same. [She leaves, followed by Daggair.]
Londo: Augh. Nightmares, all of them! And Timov, the worst of the lot!
Franklin: Ambassador Mollari, do you mind if I make one personal observation?
Londo: No, not at all.
Franklin: Stick it. [He walks off.]
Londo: [to himself] How odd. And I didn't even know we were married.

[Londo chats with Morden in the garden.]
Londo: There comes a time when you look into the mirror, and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors.

[Londo chooses to keep Timov as his wife and divorce the two others.]
Timov: Why did you choose to keep me as your wife and not them? I've made no pretense of affection for you, I find your recent actions contemptible, I'll never love you, at best I'll tolerate you, and I'll never be what you want me to be. Why me?
Londo: Because with you, I will always know where I stand.

[Londo demands that "Citizen" G'Kar be removed from further Council meetings. G'Kar rises to go.]
G'Kar: No dictator, no invader can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power, governments and tyrants and armies cannot stand. The Centauri learned this lesson once. We will teach it to them again. Though it take a thousand years, we will be free.

[Londo finds Morden's suggestions of future attacks against the Narn entertaining.]
Londo: Why don't you eliminate the entire Narn homeworld while you're at it? [chuckles]
Morden: One thing at a time, Ambassador. One thing at a time.

[Londo finds out Morden was behind Adira's poisoning.]
Londo Mollari: He played me! He played me like a PUPPET!

[Londo goads a hung-over Vir.]
Londo: Good, Vir--you're sobering up! I can see the synapses beginning to fire behind your eyes! A frightening sight, I might add.

[Londo is cheering up Garibaldi with a tale.]
Londo Mollari: The next day, I woke up, I saw her in the light of day, sleeping against my arm, and I decided I would rather chew off my arm than wake her up.
Michael Garibaldi: Aw, that's sweet.
Londo: No, no! She had a voice that could curdle fresh milk.

[Londo is disturbed by front-line reports of Centauri conflicts.]
Londo Mollari: Now, I have been studying these reports from the front lines. You'll note the plural form--lines. Is there anyone along our border with whom we are not currently at war?
Lord Antono Refa: We need room to expand.
Londo: Only an idiot fights a war on two fronts. Only the heir to the throne of the kingdom of idiots would fight a war on twelve fronts.
. . .
[Londo insists that Refa discontinue his association with Morden's "associates".]
Refa: You walked away from the greatest power I have ever seen! And now you expect me to do the same? They are the key to my eventual rise to the throne! Why would I abandon them?
Londo: Because I have asked you. Because your loyalty to our people should be greater than your ambition. And because I have poisoned your drink.
[Lord Refa looks in astonishment at Londo]:
Londo: Yes...and it is very interesting poison. It comes in two parts. Both are harmless on their own. But when combined...quite lethal. The first settles into the bloodstream, and the intestinal walls. It stays there for years. Silent...dormant...waiting. When the other half of the poison enters your system the two meet, have a little party in your cardiovascular system...and suddenly, you are quite dead.
Refa: Why? Why did you do this?
Londo: To guarantee your cooperation! And because sooner or later, you would do it to me! As we are returning to the old ways, Refa, and poison was always the instrument of choice in the old Republic, being something of a sentimentalist, I got here first.

[Londo is having a vision about his life, for part of which he is sitting at a bar]
Londo: All of the bottles here are empty? The metaphor's getting a bit thick, don't you think?

[Londo learns of Refa's plan to use mass drivers to assault the Narn homeworld.]
Londo Mollari: Mass drivers? They have been outlawed by every civilized planet!
Lord Antono Refa: These are uncivilized times.
Londo: We have treaties!
Lord Refa: Ink on a page!

[Londo Mollari and G'Kar are discussing the inexplicable rise in Centauri military spending.]
G'Kar: Well, with everyone now on the same side, perhaps you're planning to invade yourselves for a change. I find the idea curiously appealing. Once you've finished killing each other, we can plow under all the buildings and plant rows of flowers that spell out the words "too annoying to live" in letters big enough to be seen from space.