Turval: If I told you climb a mountian and bring me a flower from the highest point and you will die after completing your task. Would that be meaningless.
Minbari: Of course, it’s trival.
Turval: And if there are a million people waiting at the base of the mountian to whom, that one flower was a symbol of their freedom and they would follow that symbol at your dead in a struggle that would liberate half a billion souls. Would that have a meaning? You see, we create the meaning in our lives. It does not exist independently.
Lochley: I am a solider, Mr. Garibaldi. And as such, my vocabulary is rather limited. I only really understand three words. Loyalty. Duty. Honor. If I did it your way, one of those would have to go and the other two would become meaningless.
Durhan: We have no idea what to do with the Pak’ma’ra. They’re slow, greedy, selfish, not very bright. They refuse to speak anything other than their own language so we have to use a translator, and they’re carrion eaters. If it’s not five days dead and decayed they won’t touch it.
Turval: We’ve had to move the quarters of the Pak’ma’ra well away from the other recruits. It’s the smell you see, it’s quite astonishing.
Durhan: I understand your desire to make the Rangers representative of all the member races Delenn, but this may not be practical.