Na’toth: There are no words, G’kar. It was as if the universe itself had turned against us and said die, die, die!.
G’kar: Well with everyone now on the same side, purhaps you are planning to invade yourselves for a change. I find the idea curiously appealing. Once you have finished killing each other, we can plow under all the building and plant rows of flowers, that spell out the words to annoying to live, in letters big enough be seen from space.
Londo: For my next trick, I shall fly around the room under my old power.
Na’toth: For I will kill you at the very first opportunity.
Londo: Yes, I suspect you have to get in line for that honor.
Londo: (To Centauri woman) Would you mind taking off you cloths.
Londo: Not necessary at this moment and certainly not in front of the um … Uh hum..
G’kar: Oh, it’s animal magnetism. What can I say.
Centauri Woman: What would you like to do now, Prime Minister?
Londo: Borrow your cloths for a while.
Centauri Woman: Oh, of course, emperor Cartagia also played this game with me, but I’m not your size Prime Minister.
Londo: Oh, I’ll make do.
G’kar: I will tell you a true thing G’kar. Getting her out of there, the danger. I found it most exhilarating. I also have worked up quite an appetite.