So many fishies, left in the sea
So many fishies, but no one for me!
I'm thinking of thinking of hooking a love
Soon after supper is done.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

You put your right hand in,
You put your right hand out.
You put your whole self in,
And you turn yourself about.
You do the hokey-pokey,
You give a little shout.
That's what it's all about!

[Garibaldi can't take his eyes off Captain Lochley's hologram]
Zack Allen: Hey!
Michael Garibaldi: What? What am I supposed to do, blind myself here? All right, fine, I'm as offended as you are. But I can see why a lot of guys would rent this particular image.
Jacob Mayhew: Actually, it was mainly women.

[last lines of the episode]
John Sheridan: Those who command the Excalibur will never stop, never give up, and never slow down until a cure is found. And we'll take any help we can get. Wherever and whoever it comes from. Because this is a cause that surpasses borders and difference and distrust. This is a mission of about the survival of Earth itself. What we do over the next five years, here, at home, and across the darkness between the stars, will determine whether an entire world will live ... or die. It's a fight we can't afford to lose. And we won't ... We won't.