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Sinclair: It's a location transmitter, see? It should dissolve in about 5 years. But until then, Ambassador, my friends in my warrior caste have this frequency, and if anything should happen to Babylon 5, they have instructions to track down that transmitter and … well, why spoil the surprise?
G'kar: This is an outrage!
Sinclair: This is insurance.
[a bit later]
Garibaldi [to G'kar]: beep beep.
Londo: Beep beep? It must be earth humor. Who can figure a species like that? "Beep Beep".
G'kar [holding stomach]: Ohhhh!
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Delenn: On the matter of Commander Sinclair, I am here strictly to observe.
Caroline: Observe what?
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Business Man: Someday I'm going to find the guy that thought of the idea of renting telepaths to businessmen, and I'm gonna kill him.
Lyta: Funny, somehow, I knew you were going to say that.
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Sinclair A poem, a story in meter or rhyme.
Delenn: Ah, there once was a man from Nantucket.
Sinclair: You've been talking to Garibaldi again, haven't you?
Delenn: Why yes. How did you know?
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[opening narration]
Londo Mollari: I was there at the dawn of the third age of mankind. It began in the Earth year 2257, with the last of the Babylon stations, located deep in neutral space. It was a port of call for refugees, smugglers, businessmen, diplomats, and travelers from a hundred worlds. It could be a dangerous place, but we accepted the risk because Babylon 5 was our last, best hope for peace. Under the leadership of its final commander, Babylon 5 was a dream given form. A dream of a galaxy without war, where species could live side-by-side in mutual respect. A dream that was endangered as never before by one man on a mission of destruction. Babylon 5 was the last of the Babylon stations. This is its story.
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[to Garibaldi]
Londo: You're a security chief. Shouldn't you be out...securing something?
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[looking at a Japanese stone garden]
Delenn: On my world, there are books, thousands of pages, about the power of one mind to change the Universe. But none say it as clearly as this.
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Londo: There was a time when this whole quadrant belonged to us! What are we now? Twelve worlds and a thousand monuments to past glories. Living off memories and stories, and selling trinkets. My god, man! We've become a tourist attraction. "See the great Centauri Republic - open 9 to 5 - Earth time."
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Londo: I suppose there'll be a war now, hmm? All that running around and shooting at one another. You would have thought sooner or later it'd go out of fashion.
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Delenn: I look forward to meeting a Vorlon. I've heard much about them that is strange.
Sinclair: Such as?
Delenn: Do you not have files on the Vorlons?
Sinclair: Absolutely, very large files. There's nothing in them, of course.
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G'Kar: [To Lyta] Would you prefer to be conscious or unconscious during the mating? I would prefer conscious, but I don't know what your...pleasure threshold is.
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Lyta: One last thing, Commander. Why is it called Babylon 5?
Sinclair: Babylons 1,2, and 3 were sabotaged and destroyed. Number 4 vanished without a trace 24 hours after becoming operational. To this day no one knows what happened to it.
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Garibaldi: I wonder if they'll ever find that transmitter you slipped in G'kar's drink.
Sinclair: No they won't. Because there is none. If I had put one in, sooner or later, they would have found it. This way, they'll keep looking.
Garibaldi: Are you aware of the tests they'll perform and the things they'll do to him?
Sinclair: Yes. Come on.
Garibaldi: There are some days I love this job.