Babylon 5

Lord Jano [to Londo]: Some of the staff have found him wandering the palace late at night. They say he talks to himself, cries, wails, curses, and then falls silent when somebody approaches. Sometimes he tells he has something important to tell you and then a cloud seems to pass over his face and he walks away. Once, before his aides could bring him back to his room he told a guard to kill him, but he was not himself. Of course he was quite drunk at the time.

Londo: What could they be doing with our ships? I wonder.

Regent: They like you, you know. That's why they saved you. They say you are just like them. They say ... They say you have much in common. Londo: Who are They?

G'Kar: It's bad luck to die on empty stomach.

Delenn: If you were hated by your own race, forced to join the Psi-Corps ... or forced to take drugs to inhibit your talents for the rest of you life, if you had been hunted and enslaved by the others, would you not want a place of your own? A place where others like you could gather safely without fear of persecution. Sheridan: Okay, I grant you that on a strictly idealistic level it's understandable. But they did it the wrong way, the inconvenient way. Delenn: I seem to recall the Earth president said the same thing to you after your civil war.

Garibaldi: Never, ever, ever trust a telepath. I swear to you that I'm gonna have that tattooed inside my eyelids.

Byron: We now have all your secrets. ... Give us a homeworld of our own and you will never hear of us again. Fail to do so and all your secrets will be revealed.

G'Kar [to Minister Vole]: Besides, everyone knows the true source of pain is neither the hand nor the heart. It is the mouth. Is it not, Minister?

Regent [to Lord Jano]: Once I would've thought pastels for the curtains, but I think we are well beyond pastels now. No, no bright colors anymore, just darkness.

Byron: While some telepaths on other worlds evolved naturally, the majority were created by the Vorlons through centuries of genetic manipulation. They created us so that we can be used by the other worlds as weapons in their war against the Shadows. That is all we are to them: things to be used and thrown away. All that was bad enough. But to find that we would not even be telepaths, would not be hunted down and caged and controlled, if the Vorlons had not interfered with our genetic makeup, made us into what we are.

Londo: He is my bodyguard. Vitari: Well, it's good to know that your excellency's sense of humor is still intact after such a long voyage. Well, now perhaps if we could show you to your room. Londo: Minister Vitari, I wasn't joking. His name is G'Kar, and he... he is my bodyguard. And I can find my room very well on my own, thank you.