Garibaldi: The planet we are parked next too is about to go up like a roman candle. What am I supposed to do? Arrest it?
Londo: Landing thrusters. Landing thrusters. (sigh) If I were a landing thruster, which one of these would I be?
Garibaldi: Magic? You want to see magic? I got a little magic trick for ya. I got a little magic that’ll make you pass through the top of the bar. Bar Patron: Hey! Let go! Garibaldi: I’ll need complete silence or I’ll have to ask for another volunteer from the audience. Let’s see, what was that magic word again? Shazam? (whack) No that’s not it. I’ll tell you what, I’ll go home and look at my books, then I’ll come back. If you’re still talking trash about killing marsies, we’ll try it again and again (whack) until we get it right, huh?
Unnamed Bar patron: Like my granddad used to say, Nuke them till they glow and then shot them in the dark.
Ivanova: Worst case of testosterone poisoning I have ever seen.