Mack: My mother used to tell me. God knows the age of every tree, and the color of every flower, and he knows just how wide your shoulders are. And he’ll never give you anything to carry, that bigger than you can handle.
Bo: Then maybe that what this whole place is about. Maybe that’s what you have to do to get by in a place like this.
Mack: What’s that.
Bo: Grow bigger shoulders.
Bo: Well dead or alive. I would claw my way out of hell and straight though ten miles of solid rock to see that smile again.
Mack: (referring to Londo and G’kar) So, How long you figure they have been married.
Bo: That’s the joke. Whenever you eat something strange and someone asks what’s it taste like, you supposed to say chicken. It’s funny that way.
Mack: It doesn’t taste like chicken.
Londo: The Universe hates me, you know. I don’t know why. I have never done anything to the Universe to uh … Well all right a few things, but after a while, you would think it would be enough. Yes, we have had our little fun with Londo Mollari for now. Perhaps, it is time to move on and find someone else to play with.
Londo: What are you afraid I won’t come back G’kar.
G’kar: No, afraid you will.