[Londo Mollari returns to his quarters to find the door open and G'Kar sitting at his table]
G'Kar: You left your door unlocked, Ambassador. Careless of you. I thought it best to sit here and guard your room until you returned.
Londo: And did you find anything of interest in my humble quarters while you were 'guarding it'?
G'Kar: [obviously disappointed] No.

[Londo muses about the task of breaking Na'Toth out of her cell.]
Londo: We have to do it without killing a guard, without raising any alarms, and without anyone noticing that she is gone. For my next trick, I shall fly around the room under my own power.

[Londo rants before the Babylon 5 Advisory Council about the missing G'Kar and Delenn.]
Londo Mollari: There, you see! One deserts his post without any explanation, the other one picks the most breathtakingly inconvenient moment possible to explore new career options, like becoming a butterfly!

[Londo rephrases Vir's report on the Minbari to make them look bad, to Vir's horror.]
Vir Cotto: They are deeply spiritual people!
Londo Mollari: Yes, now that you can leave in. It always scares people.

[Londo sputters outrage over a B5 Emporium "Londo Mollari" doll.]
Londo Mollari: It's a mockery! It doesn't even have any, uh...attributes.
Sheridan: Attributes?
Londo: Do I have to spell it out for you?
[Londo gestures downward. Ivanova and Sheridan stare at Londo, then at each other.]
Sheridan, Ivanova: Ohh!
Ivanova: I see. So you feel like you're being symbolically cast--in a bad light.
Sheridan: Well put.

[Londo talks to a portrait of the first Centauri emperor.]
Londo Mollari: So. When you were emperor, it meant something. Subduer of the Xon and the Shoggren. Now�pffft�anyone can be emperor. I can be emperor. Vir can be emperor. If Vir can be emperor...a small Earth cat can be emperor!

[Londo tells Vir about his friendship with Urza Jaddo.]
Londo Mollari: In dueling societies, it is customary for each member to be given a fighting name by his comrades! They said I fought like a crazed leati, and so they called me Paso Leati! Urza was known as Skal Tura--the silent beast! Those were great times, Vir! We were young, proud, fierce, bursting to prove ourselves to each other and to the world. Our starships ruled the spaceways, and our power was rivaled by that of the gods only! Ah, Great Maker, it was good to be a Centauri then!
Vir Cotto: Every generation of Centauri mourns for the golden days when their power was like unto the gods! It--it's counterproductive! I mean, why make history if you fail to learn by it?
Londo: You know, Vir, you have what the Earthers call a negative personality.
Vir: No, I don't.
Londo: There, you see?

[Londo to Garibaldi.]
Londo Mollari: Now, I go to spread happiness to the rest of the station. It is a terrible responsibility but I have learned to live with it.

[Londo vents his frustrations over trying to understand humans to Delenn and Draal.]
Londo: These Earthers! I try to find out as much as I can about them to try to make some sense of them, but it never seems to come together.
Delenn: They do seem to be a mass of contradictions.
Londo: Exactly my point! Here�six thousand years of recorded history, a history that includes remarkable composers, astonishing symphonies! But what is the one song that half of them sing to their children generation after generation?

[Londo warns Captain Sheridan about Mariel.]
Londo: On Earth you have these creatures�insects attracted to flames?
Sheridan: Uh, yes. Moths. They're drawn to flames and bright lights and get burned.
Londo: Mariel is drawn to men of power in that same way. But trust me. She burns them!

[Londo's Brivari has been impounded for health and safety reasons]
Londo Mollari: Do you know what this is? No, I can see you do not. You have that vacant look in your eyes that says, "Hold my head to your ear, you will hear the sea."

[Lord Kiro dismisses his aunt's vision of Babylon 5's destruction.]
Lord Kiro: She's been wrong before. On my first birthday, she said that someday I would be killed by...shadows. [N]

[Lyta demonstrates her telekinesis by "slapping" two of Bester's Psi Cops]
Alfred Bester: Not bad. Tell me, is that really telekinesis, or are you just pushing the nerve endings, making them feel as if they've been slapped? Either way, it's taken a lot out of you, Lyta. You're sweating, flushed. How many times can you do that, Lyta? Can you do just one at a time? Maybe two? How about three? How about a half dozen of us?
Lyta Alexander: I don't know. Like you said, I'm new at this. I could even make a mistake. Maybe even pop a blood vessel in someone's head by accident by pushing too hard. Feel like playing the odds, Mr. Bester?

[Lyta has tested all high- and medium-ranking station personnel -- but one -- for the traitor's psychic trigger.]
Lyta Alexander: The further you go from the center of power, the less likely it is we're going to find the person that we're looking for.
[She pointedly turns and looks at Ivanova.]
Susan Ivanova: I suggest you move those eyes somewhere else...while you still have them.

[Lyta pays Ivanova a late-night visit.]
Suasn Ivanova: Have you ever heard of the hour of the wolf?
Lyta Alexander: No.
Ivanova: My father told me about it. It's the time between three and four in the morning. You can't sleep, and all you can see is the troubles and the problems and the ways that your life should've gone but didn't. All you can hear is the sound of your own heart. I've been living in the hour of the wolf for seven days, Lyta. Seven days. The wolf and I are now on a first-name basis. [She sits down and sees that Lyta is still standing.] Ah, please. [She points at a chair, and Lyta gets her drift and sits.] In times like this, my father used to take one large glass of vodka before bed. To keep the wolf away, he said. And then he would take three very small drinks of vodka, just in case she had cubs while she was waiting outside. [takes a drink] It doesn't work.