Londo: Trust me.
Garibaldi: Trust you? Londo, my brain will be five days dead before I ever trust a Centauri. The first time we meet you people, the first time any other civilization, you told us you practically ran the entire galaxy. What was it you said, a huge empire.
Londo: Come on, public relations.
Garibaldi: Only, that hasn’t be true for a hundred years. Then you give us this line, about how Earth is some lost Centauri tribe, making us distance relatives. Until we finally got our hands on some Centauri DNA and find out we are not related at all. Appears aside, we are two completely different species.
Londo: A clerical error.
Ivanova: Excuse me, but I’m in the middle of fifteen things … all of them annoying.
G’kar: Tis a dream I have.
Sinclair: Be careful ambassador, not every dream I’ve heard lately ends well for you.
G’kar: I will confess, that I look forward to the day when we have cleansed the universe of the Centauri and carved their bones into little flutes for Narn children. It is a dream I have.
Londo: And you … you can go to hell too. I won’t want you to feel left out.
Kosh: They are dying people. We should let them pass.
Sinclair: Who, the Narn or the Centauri?
Londo: Ah, Mr. Garibaldi!
Garibaldi: Oh boy.
Londo: I’m sorry. Here open my wrists.
Garibaldi: Centauri don’t have major artery’s in their wrists.
Londo: Of course we don’t. What do you think, I’m stupid.
Ivanova: You are sitting at my station using my equipment. Is there a reason for this or to save time should I just go ahead and snap your hands off at the wrists.