[Lyta pays Kosh a visit.]
Lyta: I'm back. I can't stay. The Captain's made sure I can get away before the Psi Cops get here, but--I had to see you again, before my ship leaves. I never told them. I never told anyone. I hid it all away in the smallest, tiniest corner of my mind. They could've killed me and they still wouldn't have found it! Only at night, alone, would I open that small door in my mind where I kept the memory of you and listen to your voice--listen to you sing me to sleep. I hope I can come back again, but I don't know. Until then--Kosh--I want to see you again, just one more time before I go.
[Kosh's suit opens, and Lyta is bathed in bright white light.]

[Major Ryan, aboard the Alexander, tries to get Captain Hiroshi and her crew to evacuate the heavily damaged Churchill.]
Ryan: Hiroshi! Get out of there! Get to the life pods!
Sandra Hiroshi: Too late to get out! Our primary systems are hit! We've got fire on all decks now! There's nothing we can do except...[the link goes dead]
Ryan: Hiroshi?...Hiroshi!
[the Churchill plows into the Clark-loyal Roanoke, consuming both ships in a cloud of fire]

[Marcus and Dr. Franklin have just seen "Arthur" off.]
Marcus: Where my people come from, his story has great power. I'll miss him.
Franklin: Even if he wasn't Arthur?
Marcus: [as Kosh appears] Now, now! Next thing you'll be saying is he's not Merlin! [Franklin laughs.] Merlin was a great teacher, you know!
Franklin: I'm not hearing this.
Marcus: They say he aged backwards. That was how he was able to foretell the future�by remembering it! Which means he came from the future! Maybe he had Arthur form the Round Table by remembering us! We're forming one of our own, after all. Which makes you Percival. I'm Galahad, him being sinless and all. Sheridan is Arthur. Ivanova, perhaps Gawain. I think we both know who Mordred is. So the question is...who is Morgana le Fay?

[Marcus and Franklin are killing time in a cargo hold filled with crates.]
Marcus Cole: I spy with my little eye...something beginning with "B."
Stephen Franklin: [annoyed] Boxes.
Marcus: Fine! I spy with my little eye something beginning with "M."
Franklin: More boxes.
Marcus: Two in a row.
Franklin: [deadpan] "And that's when I shot him, Your Honor."
Marcus: I spy with my little eye something beginning with "E."
Franklin: I-I give up.
Marcus: Oh come on.
Franklin: This better not be what I�
Marcus and Franklin: [in unison] Even MORE boxes!

[Marcus and Franklin talk about the poor lives of Lurkers.]
Stephen Franklin: A lot of folks around here seem to think that lurkers deserve what they get. They figure it's better to let them die and...
Marcus Cole: "...and thus deplete the surplus population." Dickens! You know, um...I used to think that it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.

[Marcus and Garbaldi argue over Lurkers]
Marcus: Well thank you, Mr. Garibaldi, one of the leading minds of the 14th century. "Have we no workhouses? Have we no prisons?" Mr. Marley here'd like to have a word with you! He's the fellow in the chains! Ignore the moans, it's just gas!
Michael Garibaldi: Don't you ever shut up?
Marcus: Not until I get what I want. Why? Do you think silent meditation would work better?
Garibaldi: Ivanova was right. You are a pain in the ass.

[Marcus and Ivanova see the Shadow fleet.]
Susan Ivanova: That's a lot of ships.
Marcus Cole: That's a bloody awful lot of ships.
Ivanova: Jump engines back on line yet?
Marcus: No. If I signal the fleet, this lot might pick it up. If they do and we can't get away...
Ivanova: Well...who wants to live forever?
Marcus: I do, actually! But what the hell...

[Marcus meets with an informant in Downbelow]
Informant: Message from Ranger One on Minbar. He recommends our people go on a heightened state of alert and pull back from Earth space. Word is something screwy's going on back home.
Marcus Cole: This is not exactly a revelation.

[Marcus notices that a preoccupied Ivanova isn't really listening to his status report.]
Marcus Cole: And they have much to be concerned about. There's always the threat of an attack by, say, a giant space dragon--the kind that eats the sun every 30 days? It's a nuisance, but what can you expect from reptiles? Did I mention that my nose is on fire, and that I have 15 wild badgers living in my trousers?
[She finally looks at him, annoyed.]
Marcus: I'm sorry. Would you prefer ferrets?

[Marcus shows off a brand-new ship to Sheridan and Ivanova.]
Sheridan: My God! It's beautiful!
Marcus Cole: Her name is the White Star. And she's yours, Captain.

[Marcus squeezes information out of a reluctant lurker.]
Marcus: You see? It's like I've always said: "You can get more with a kind word and a two-by-four than you can with just a kind word."

[Marcus teaches Ivanova a little of the Minbari language.]
Marcus: Nu'zen fel'ani in-a lis'e medran. [translation: You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.]
Ivanova: And what does that mean?
Marcus: It's...just a greeting. It means..."My words are inadequate to the burden of my heart."
Ivanova: Well, that's an unusual greeting.
Marcus: Well...they're an unusual people.

[Monitored by a telepath, Garibaldi tells Edgars of his suspicions about his employment.]
Michael Garibaldi: Everybody lies.
William Edgars: That's a very sad view of the universe, Mr. Garibaldi.
Garibaldi: Yeah, well, it's the only one I got. And it works for me.

[Morden accosts Vir as he runs errands for Londo.]
Morden: Anything I can do to help?
Vir Cotto: Um...Short of dying? No, can't think of a thing.

[Neroon comes to Marcus' bed in Medlab to honor him.]
Neroon: Denn-Shar, you said. To the death...and death there was. The death was mine. To see a Human invoke the name of Valen. To be willing to die for one of my kind when I was intent upon killing one of my own. The rightness of my cause disappeared. Strange, that a human in his last moments would be more Minbari than I. Perhaps it is true what Delenn said: That we are not of the same blood, but we are of the same heart.
[Neroon turns to leave.]
Marcus: The next time...the next time you want a revelation...could you possibly find a way...that isn't quite so...uncomfortable?
[Neroon laughs out loud.]