[Ivanova insists she does not need a translator to command a Minbari-crewed White Star.]
[in Minbari] Engines at full...high power hatrack ratcatcher to port weapons...brickbat lingerie!
Bit of an accent. But yes, very good.
But it is not enough to speak Minbari; you must also think in our language.
It can take a few seconds to translate an order. And we all know a lot can happen in a few seconds: Crash, boom, burn.
Exactly. So Marcus will accompany you.
[protesting] That's not...
[Ivanova sees she's beaten.]
All right. Meet me early in the morning, or I'm leaving without you. [She stalks off.]
[calling after her] I'll be there!
Tell the crew that if anyone laughs, they will answer to me personally.
At least a dozen ships have reported seeing something rather godlike in the area, and since neither you nor I were there, it must be one of the First Ones.
[smiling] You're having delusions of grandeur again.
Well, if you're gonna have delusions, may as well go for the really satisfying ones.
[Londo attempts to recruit Vir into the conspiracy to assassinate Emperor Cartagia.]
I've never been involved in a conspiracy to kill anyone before, not to mention the Emperor! I thought we were past this centuries ago! I mean, there's got to be another way, Londo! I mean, can't we reason with him or something...
. . .
[after meeting Cartagia and hearing him bemoan G'Kar's refusal to scream, despite being tortured in supremely painful ways]
Londo? Remember what I said before about "there must be another way"? I was wrong. Kill him!
Anyone special waiting for you back home?
[bashful] Someone. She doesn't know it yet.
That's a strange way to pursue a relationship.
I suppose so. Ah...I want this thing to go right. I want it to be special.
Oh. A romantic! I don't think I've felt that way since the first time!
That's what I'm talking about.
[Susan's eyes narrow, get wide, then get wider.]
You mean you don't...you haven't...
Never met the right person before.
Wow. I thought the First Ones were rare! Well, I hope she appreciates it.
So do I. It's... [An alarm goes off.] I'm picking something up!
A unicorn? [he gives her a confused look] Sorry.
[Sheridan, back from Z'ha'dum, interrupts the rabble rousers on the Zocalo.]
DDrazi
Captain...we're sorry...We thought you were dead.
[deadpan] I was. I'm better now.
[In his quarters, Ambassador Ulkesh removes the last vestiges of his consciousness from Lyta Alexander's mind. The energy streams disconnect from her with a pop and her head snaps back like she has been struck.]
You didn't have to pull out so suddenly. You hurt me.
[The Vorlon's encounter suit closes without response.]
While I was carrying you, you felt cold, hard. What are you hiding from me?
UUlkesh
[ignoring her once more] Your work for now is done here. Go. Sleep.
I have a right to know. I've done everything you asked. I let your people modify me, enhance my telepathic abilities so I'd be more suited to carry a Vorlon around in my head, because I believed. Kosh—the real Kosh—wasn't like this. I think on some level he cared about us…about me. With you it's as if I'm being used and then thrown away when I'm not needed anymore. [explodes with anger] Dammit! I have earned some respect! [straightens] And I have earned some answers.
[The eye-sensor on the encounter suit head narrows]
UUlkesh
Respect? From whom?
[Lyta's mouth drops open in shock. In her anger, she tries to scan him, but a wave of energy shoots out and knocks her back into the wall. The Vorlon advances on her, the eye-sensor widening and glowing red.]
UUlkesh
[angrily] Would you know my thoughts? Would you?
[A sound indicating an intense mind-probe. Lyta screams, and the scene goes black.]
