Londo: These are my three wives: Pestilence, famine, and death
Londo: Love!? What does love have to do with marriage?!
Londo: My shoes are too tight.
Vir: Excuse me?
Londo: Something my father said. He was old, very old at the time. I went into his room and he was, sitting alone in the dark, crying. So I asked him what was wrong and he said, My shoes are too tight, but it doesn’t matter, because I have forgotten how to dance. I never understood what that meant until now. My shoes are too tight and I have forgotten how to dance.
Garibaldi: Just stop by and rip it out of that planter. It’s to bad, the beans looked just about ripe and coffee is so expensive to import.
Ivanova: Mr. Garibaldi! I think I’ll take a walk and while I’m out, I might as well stop by and pick up the detainees. You’re a vicious man.
Garibaldi: I’m head of security, it’s in the job description.
Ivanova: The Vorlons are very secretive. They don’t want anyone know what they look like, what they breath or how their biology works. I mean, who knows how much this suit it’s really necessary, how much it’s just camouflage to keep us from seeing what is inside?