David Martel: We live for the One, we die for the One, but we don't die stupidly.
Sarah Cantrell: Today is a good day to die.
David Martel: Oh with you every day is a good day to die!
Sindell: One of the Anla-Shok has acted inappropriately and must be punished, perhaps even expelled.
G'Kar: What was his crime?
Sindell: Staying alive!
G'Kar: Curious. Until now, I hadn't known it was a crime.
Dulann: Minbari ears are substantially more sensitive than human ears.
David Martel: Well at least ours are bigger and better placed.
Dulann: Size is not everything.
David Martel: Yeah, I've heard that before.
Dulann: So I am informed.
Tafeek: No, we don't have any first-class accomodations! However, we do have several very long hallways and some very nice closets!
Minister Kafta: I am sure there must be a planet with a breathable atmosphere somewhere in this sector. The captain could land, drop us off, and get help.
G'Kar: Minister Kafta, this ship is being held together by little pieces of wire and good intentions. If we land in this condition, assuming we do not have an unpleasant encounter with the ground on the way down, I doubt very much they could take off again. They would be trapped with us, and the ship looking for them would find it, find them, find us, find you, a brilliant cascade of cause and effect. Isn't the universe an amazing place? I wouldn't live anywhere else.
Citizen G'Kar: Of course. LOVE to say, can't, have to go, kiss-kiss, love-love, bye!
[a variation of a joke in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy]
G'Kar: Every spacefaring race has two things in common. First, they have a food identical to what humans call "Swedish meatballs."
[on his non-Drazi name]
Tirk: My mother created it for me. It means "Don't touch me, I'm not having another child with you, ever."
Minister Kafta: I am sure there must be a planet with a breathable atmosphere somewhere in this sector. He
Minister Kafta: could land, drop us off, and get help.
Ranger Tirk: Citizen G'Kar, Captain Martel would like to speak with you.
David Martel: I'm going outside. Need some fresh air.
Sarah Cantrell: There's nothing outside but hard vacuum.
David Martel: Typical.
Captain Bart Gregg: Status?
Dulann: Engine's damaged. 20% capacity. Automatic weapons tracking system disabled.
Captain Bart Gregg: David, how many left?
David Martel: Six. Lead ship's coming around for another pass.
Dulann: His concern was for us, not for himself. I know. I saw it in his soul.
G'Kar: [about to leave the Liandra for Babylon 5] It's quite a place. A place of good times and bad, of pain and growth, but in the end a place of great hope. - But if you ever do come aboard, remember one thing: No one there is exactly what he seems. But then, who is?
David Martel: What did you tell them?
Citizen G'Kar: Four true things.
David Martel: That's all?
Citizen G'Kar: Try to find one true thing in this economy.