Morning, gentlemen. This is your wakeup call.
[Sheridan detonates three nuclear devices among the Shadow and Vorlon ships.]
Captain?
Hmm?
They're pissed.
S4Into the Fire
[Delenn and Sheridan "negotiate" an end to the Vorlon-Shadow War]
The others have rejected you! How do you have a war when no one will fight for either of you?
We refuse to take sides in this anymore! And we refuse to let you turn us against one another! We know who we are now. We can find our own way between order and chaos!
You can kill us one by one, and those who follow us, and those who follow them, on and on, every race, every planet. Until there's no one left to kill. You will have failed as guardians. And you will be alone.
It's over because we've decided it's over. Now get the hell out of our galaxy! Both of you!
[The Vorlons and Shadows hesitate, but Lorien steps in]
As I taught you and stepped aside, now you must do the same. Our age is past. This...belongs to the younger races now. They have learned to stand on their own. They have learned...to understand. Time to let them go.
SShadow
Will you...come...with us?
I have been here since the beginning. I will not leave you now. I will go with you beyond the Rim, and we will see again all those who went ahead of us, all those who we have missed for so long.
VVorlon
Then...we will not be alone?
No. Never alone.
[The Vorlons and Shadows disappear, and their respective fleets leave the system]
Did we just win?
Don't jinx it.
[Lorien turns to address Sheridan and Delenn]
I waited a long time for someone to find me. Now, like the others, I find I hate to leave. But none of us can stay behind this time. That was why it was necessary to find all the remaining First Ones. This...is yours now. And you have an obligation...to do as we have done. To teach the races that will follow you and, when your time comes, as ours has, to step aside and allow them to grow into their own destiny. If your races survive, if you do not kill yourselves, I look forward to the day when your people join us...beyond the Rim.
[he starts dissolving into a ball of light]
We will wait for you...
[The White Star joins with the rest of the fleet, heading toward the final battleground of the war.]
Win or lose, we'll go down fighting. [issuing orders to Lennier] Pour it on, Mr. Lennier. Take us into the fire.
[Londo has the Morden's two Shadow protectors shot dead]
I'll have to have that painted over, I suppose.
You're insane.
On any other day, Mr. Morden, you would be wrong. Today? Today is a very different day. One last time: remove your ships!
No. You don't frighten me, Mollari. You try to attack our forces, you'll lose.
Yes, your ships are very impressive in the air, or in space. But at this moment, they are on the ground.
Right. They're on the ground. But they can sense an approaching ship miles away. So what're you gonna do, Mollari, huh? Blow up the island?
Actually…now that you mention it… [he produces a small remote detonator]
NO!
[Londo blows up the island]
I had most of our people evacuated from Celini during the night. A few stayed, to maintain the illusion of our presence. They knew what was being asked of them. I would have preferred another way, hoped that you would be reasonable, but... [to his guards] Take him to a cell. Keep him there.
[as he is dragged away] You just made a mistake, Londo! Even if my associates lose this war, they have allies! They'll make sure Centauri Prime pays the price for what you've done here today!
What I have done? Oh, Mr. Morden, I have not even started with you yet...
[As Sheridan and Delenn eventually figured out the true purpose behind the Vorlon-Shadow War]
You're trying to force us to decide which of you is right. You're like a couple of parents arguing in front of their kids, manipulating them, trying to get them to take sides! Not for their benefit, but for yours! But what if the right choice... is not to choose at all?
The Vorlons ask only one question, over and over: "Who are you?". [points to Shadow emissary] And you, for you the question is: "What do you want?". I have never heard you answer that question. [Points, respectively, to the Vorlon and then the Shadow for each following question] Who are you? What do you want?
We are all alone now, just the younger races. We can't blame anyone else from now on. It's a new age, Delenn. A third age!
Why third?
We began in chaos, too primitive to make our own decisions. Then we were manipulated from outside by forces that thought they knew what was best for us. And now? Now we are finally standing on our own. Lorien was right, it's a great responsibility. This is ours now.
Strange. The galaxy seems somehow smaller now that the First Ones are gone forever.
It feels like the magic's gone now.
No, not gone. Now we make our own magic. Now we create our own legends. Now we build the future. Now we stop…
Sheridan …being afraid of shadows.
S4Epiphanies
I have seen what power does, and I have seen what power costs. The one is never equal to the other.
[Zack is showing some new security guards the ropes at Customs.]
When you come on duty always check this display. This is where you get your details on who to hold, and who to let through. Anything unusual gets flagged.
[Londo walks through the gate.]
And would I fall under the category of unusual, Mr. Allen?
Well! I didn't think we'd be seeing you again any time soon, ambassador.
Yes, I could tell, from the look of unvarnished joy on your face when I came aboard. Perhaps you would like to take a seat before you are overcome with ecstasy?
No thanks, I'm fine. So what happened, they get tired of you back home?
Tired? No, don't be absurd. Why, the Emperor himself said I would only be allowed to leave over his dead body. I thought, "Well, how strange. Mr. Allan said I would only be allowed back onto Babylon 5 over his dead body." With my busy schedule I'm afraid I can only accommodate so many requests. I'm sorry, Mr. Allan, but I'm afraid you'll simply have to wait your turn! [he leaves]
The only reason that guy is still alive is that half the time I don't know what the hell he's talking about. The other half, I wish I didn't. But that's why it's important to check in on customs on a regular basis. [Bester now appears behind him, surrounded by three security guards.] You never know who's gonna walk in that–
Just a guess, Mr. Allan, but I'd suggest the word you're looking for is "door". Now, please notify the Captain that I'm here. I need to meet with him and the rest of the Command staff ASAP. I assume my usual quarters in the brig are available? I've grown so attached to the place.
For you, Mr. Bester? Always.
[Bester and his security escort move on.]
[sighs] You ever have one of those days?
Psi Cops are trained to make everyone nervous, but Bester can make even other Psi Cops nervous.
Hell, the man can make poison ivy nervous.
Ms. Alexander has no business being here. She's a blip! By all rights, I should arrest her and take her back with me.
Oh, you could do that. And I could nail your head to the table, set fire to it, and feed your charred remains to the Pak'ma'ra. But...it's an imperfect world, and we never get exactly what we want. So get used to it!
[Bester confronts Lyta about her enhanced telepathic abilities.]
You've been keeping me out since I got here. A good question is, why? A better question is, how? I was thinking...I may have spoken rashly before. There may be some value in not turning you over. You're stronger than the last time I saw you.
We all change.
Yes, but this is different. I can feel it. Whatever's happened to you, you have a moral obligation to share it with the Corps, Lyta. The Corps is Mother, the Corps is Father.
In that case, Mr. Bester...I'm an orphan.
[the White Star arrives at Z'ha'dum]
Is that it? It looks like Hell.
That's about right.
S4The Illusion of Truth
[An ISN crew arrives on the station and is stopped by security.]
DRDan Randall
Hey! That's private proprerty! We have rights here!
What you're going to have is my foot sixteen inches up your butt if you don't get the hell out of my way!
[An ISN reporter complains to Sheridan about Ivanova's rough treatment.]
Commander! Did you threaten to grab this man by the collar and threaten to throw him out an airlock?
[chagrined] Yes, I did.
I'm shocked! Shocked and dismayed.
[The reporter nods, mollified.]
May I remind you that we are short on supplies here? We can't afford to take perfectly good clothing and throw it out into space! Always take the jacket off first--I've told you that before!
[Ivanova nods meekly.]
Sorry. She meant to say, "stripped naked and thrown out of an airlock". I apologize for any confusion this may have caused.
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