John Sheridan: Damn it Delenn, I have been working up a good mad all day and I am not about to let you undercut it by agreeing with me.

John Sheridan: For three years now you've been pulling everyone's strings, getting us to do all the work, and you haven't done a damn thing but stand there and look cryptic! Well, it's about time you start pulling your own weight around here. [...] I hear you've got a saying: "Understanding is a three-edged sword"? Well, we've got a saying, too: "Put your money where your mouth is"!
Kosh: Impudent.
Sheridan: Yeah? Well, maybe that's the only way to get through to you. You said you wanted to teach me to fight legends. Well, you're a legend too, and I am not going away until you agree!
Kosh: Incorrect. Leave. Now.
Sheridan: No.
Kosh: Disobedient!
Sheridan: Up yours!
[he gets thrown against the wall by an energy blast from Kosh]
Sheridan: So, the real Kosh shows his colors at last, huh? You angry now? Angry enough to kill me? Because that's the only way I'm leaving. Unless your people get off their encounter-suited butts and do something, I've got nothing to lose! God, my own government wants to kill me, and if we lose this war, I'm just as dead! Our only chance is to get the other races on board for this fight and right now you're the key to doing that.
Kosh: It is not yet time.
Sheridan: And who decides that time? You? You put me in this position. You asked me to fight this damn war! Well, it's about time you let me fight it my way! How many people have already died fighting this war of yours, huh? How many more will die before you come down off that mountain and get involved? Ships, colonies, whole worlds are being destroyed out there, and you do nothing! How many more? How many more, Kosh? How many more dead before you're satisfied? Huh?
Kosh: I will do as you ask. But there is a price to pay. I will not be there to help you when you go to Z'ha'dum.
Sheridan: You already said if I go to Z'ha'dum, I'll die.
Kosh: Yes, now.
Sheridan: All right. If that's the trade-off. If you want to withhold your help when the time comes, that's fine. I'll go it alone.
Kosh: You do not understand. But you will.

John Sheridan: Hey I have a message for you. I have a message. I know what is in Dukat's sacred place. omph!
Minbari Soldier: Silence! <Striking Sheridan>
John Sheridan: I know what is in Dukat's sacred place. omph!
Delenn: Stop! What is... in Dukat's sacred place?
John Sheridan: Entilzah. Entilzah!
Delenn: Let them go.
Minbari Soldier: Satah?
Delenn: I said, let them go. There has been enough blood spilled this day.
<Soldiers cut the prisoner's bonds>
Dr. Franklin: Entilzah. What does that mean?
G'Kar: The future.

John Sheridan: I find it amazing that you think that threats still mean anything to me. 'Do this or you're a dead man.' Death! Been there, done that.

John Sheridan: I tell ya, the next person who acts irrationally, I swear I'm gonna shoot myself in the head.
[Delenn bursts into the room in a rage]
Delenn: BASTARDS!
Franklin: Did she just...?
Sheridan: She did.
Franklin: I'll get the gun.

John Sheridan: I trusted you, Delenn. I cared for you. I let myself start to love you. Do you know what that means? Do you know how hard that was for me? All along a little part of me was still in love with Anna, even though she was gone. I had to fight that part off every time I...I thought about you, about holding you, about building a life with the two of us.

John Sheridan: I'll tell you one thing. If the primates that we came from had known that someday politicians would come out of the gene pool, they'd have stayed up in the trees and written evolution off as a bad idea! Hell, I always thought the opposable thumb was overrated!

John Sheridan: I'm caught in a web of my own good intentions.
Elizabeth Lochley: Well, the road to hell is paved with them, sir.
Sheridan: I know. But why does it have to go through this office?

John Sheridan: If you're going to wait for the universe to start making sense, you'll have a long wait ahead of you.

John Sheridan: It's good to know that at least one of the old gang will be sticking around for a while.
Zack Allan: Who, me? Absolutely. Hell, I'll probably still be here when they turn off the lights.[N]

John Sheridan: Mr. Bester, we no longer have any ties to Earth or to the Psi Corps. So we don't have to put up with you or your games. Now, I am sitting on four brand-new unidirectional pulse cannons. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow you out of the sky!
Alfred Bester: Because you're curious? Kill me, and you'll never know what brought me all the way out here. I think if you weigh that against the brief satisfaction of "blowing me out of the sky", you'll do the right thing.
[There is a long pause.]
Bester: Captain?
Sheridan: I'm thinking it over!
Bester: [not exactly reassured] Ah!...Good!

John Sheridan: The Universe speaks in many languages but only one voice. A language which is not Narn or Human or Centauri or Gaim or Minbari. It speaks in the language of hope.
G'Kar: It speaks in the language of trust. It speaks in the language of strength and the language of compassion. It is the language of the heart and of the language of the soul; but always it is the same voice; it is the voice of our ancestors speaking through us, and the voice of our inheritors waiting to be born; it is the small still voice that says: "We are one." No matter the blood, no matter the skin, no matter the world, no matter the star. We are one. No matter the pain, no matter the darkness, no matter the loss, no matter the fear. We are one. Here, gathered together in common cause we agree to recognize this singular truth and this singular rule: that we must be kind to one another.
Sheridan: Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us, and each voice lost diminishes us. We are the voice of the universe, the soul of creation, the fire that will light the way to a better future. We are one.
G'Kar: We are one.

John Sheridan: There's only one truth about war: people die. Killing is part of a soldier's job--we can't deny it. We can only live with it and hope the reasons for doing it are justified.

John Sheridan: We still can't win, but it's not bad.
Marcus Cole: We can't win?
Sheridan: Against the Vorlons and the Shadows? No.
Marcus: Then what are we doing here?
Sheridan: Hoping the truth will set us free...before it kills us.

John Sheridan: Who knew that the presidency was 50% panic and 50% paperwork?