Londo: Now anyone can be emperor. I can be emperor. Vir can be emperor! Vir can be emperor. A small Earth cat can be emperor.
Morden: Come on, you won’t get there by walking. The other side of that corridor is over two hundred million light years away. The air is spread a little thinly in the middle. You think there is any coffee in this place.
Lennier: Why did you help me? I know what kind of man you were.
Morden: Give a dog a bad name and you can hang him with it. You shouldn’t listen to everything Sheridan tells you. Actually, I’m surprised he is not here tonight, since he died at Z’ha’dum. Is there any coffee here or not? Suit yourself.
Lochley: Oh and uh, speaking of mysteries. I have a message for you. It’s from someone named Kosh.
Sheridan: What’s the message.
Lochley: When the long night comes, return to the end of the beginning.
Lennier: I came for wisdom.
Morden: You don’t come to the dead for wisdom, Lennier. My head was cut from my body. Even now it rots on a poll outside the imperial palace. Birds have taken the hair for their nests. Maggots have ate my flesh and you want wisdom.
Lennier: Yes, I do.
Morden: When you remember me, Lennier. Think of me as a brief electro magnetic anomaly, who told you some true things for you own good.
Sheridan: Oh, this is a moment you can tell your children about captain.
Lochley: I’ll get on to having some right away.
Lochley: I have an appointment with the Brakiri ambassador. I’m on my way.