Garibaldi: You know guys, like this, make long for the days of the electric chair. Hell, sometimes, I think we need electric bleachers.
Lyta: I’m not with the Corps anymore. That means I am not bound by their rules. So if someone where to turn me in. I’d find him and before they took me, I’d plant a nightmare deep in his mind, where no else could find or remove it. And that person would spend every night for the rest of his life screaming!
Londo: Lyta Alexander, as I live and breathe …
Lyta: I suggest you remove your hand, ambassador, or you won’t be doing either for much longer.
Garibaldi: Nobody has ever been to the Vorlon home world and back again. But she goes and comes back, just like she just took a trip to the corner store and now she is working for Kosh. Is anybody else as creeped out about this as I am?