Babylon 5

Londo: My people, ... we have a way, you see. We know how, and sometimes even when, we are going to die. Comes in a dream. In my dream, I am an old man, it's twenty years from now, and I am dying. My hands wrapped around someone's throat, and his around mine. We have squeezed the life out of each other. The first time I saw G'Kar. I recognized him as the one from the dream. It will happen. Twenty years from now, we'll die with hands around each other's throats.

Vir: Londo, Londo, why are you doing this? Londo: Because, we are a race of lunatics and cowards.

Londo: Mr. Garibaldi, just now, would you really have killed me? Garibaldi: Yes. Yes. I would've, but I'm just as glad I didn't have to. The paperwork's a pain in the butt.

G'Kar: I confess that I look forward to the day when we have cleansed the universe of the Centauri and carved their bones into little flutes for Narn children.

Londo: We should have wiped out your kind when we had the chance. G'Kar: What happened ... run out of small children to butcher?

Ivanova: Mr. Garibaldi, you're sitting at my station, using my equipment. Is there a reason for this or should I just go ahead and snap your hands off at the wrist?

Londo [to Vir]: The Council, the Council can go to hell. And the emergency session can go to hell. And you, you can go to hell too. I wouldn't want you to feel left out!

Sinclair: So, who are you voting for? Ivanova: I think I'll vote for Marie Crane ... I do not like Santiago. I always thought that a leader should have a strong chin. He has no chin and his vice-president has several. This, to me, is not a good combination.

Ivanova: Then, if you'll excuse me, but I'm in the middle of fifteen things, all of them annoying. Thank you for coming by.

Sinclair: It was the Dawn of the Third Age of Mankind, ten years after the Earth-Minbari War. The Babylon Project was a dream given form. Its goal: to prevent another war by creating a place where humans and aliens could work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call, home away from home for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs and wanderers. Humans and aliens wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal .. all alone in the night. It can be a dangerous place, but it's our last, best hope for peace. This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations. The year is 2258. The name of the place is Babylon 5.

Londo: Okay, we made a mistake. I'm sorry. Here, open my wrist. Garibaldi: Centauri don't have major arteries in their wrist. Londo: Of course we don't. What do you think, I'm stupid?

Londo: All I'm asking is that you trust me. Garibaldi: Trust you? Londo, my brain will be five days dead before I ever trust a Centauri. The first time we met you people, the first time we met any other civilization, you told us you practically ran the entire galaxy.

Kosh: They are alone. They are a dying people. We should let them pass. Sinclair: Who, the Narn or the Centauri? Kosh: Yes.

Sinclair: Ignore the propaganda. Focus on what you see.

Sinclair: The best way to understand someone is to fight him, make him angry. That's when you see the real person.