Ivanova: Don’t you have anything to do?
Marcus: Nope, I’m all yours.
Ivanova: I am not letting them leave without saying yes.
Marcus: Really? How do you propose stopping them? Perhaps a big red and white sign with the word stop on it? I’ll put a bucket on my head and pretend to be the ancient Vorlon god Boogee….
Ivanova: That’s it!
Marcus: Fine I’ll get a bucket!
Ivanova: No, I meant the Vorlons. Open a comm channel, now!
Marcus: The Minbari taught me, Claim victory in your heart and the Universe will follow.
Ivanova: Fine. great. Claim victory in your heart and up your …
Draal: Hum, I must remember to dust myself once and while.
Garibaldi: Garibaldi’s fashion express, go.
First Ones: Vorlons Tavutna Chog!
Marcus: I think you just hit a nerve. The Vorlons must owe them money or something.
Ivanova: At least it tells us that they understand our language. They are just not willing to speak to us in it.
Marcus: Who knew they were French. Sorry.
Ivanova: Good luck Captain. I think you are about to go, where everyone has gone before.
Draal: A daring and splendid idea. In doing so, you will see things, no human has ever seen before. It will be fun. Assuming you are not vaporized, dissected, or otherwise killed in an assortment of supremely horrible and painful ways. Exciting, isn’t it!
Draal: I don’t like surprises.
Ivanova: Really!? I love them myself. To me everything is a surprise. Your a surprise. This place is a surprise. You see this, a paper cut. It hurts like hell. Anyone else would be upset, but to me it’s just one more wonderful surprise. I mean I even surprise myself sometimes. So I guess there is nothing wrong with me surprising you.
Garibaldi: He hates me. They all hate me. That’s why they are doing this. To make me crazy.
Draal: I like you. Your trouble.
Ivanova: Why thank you. That’s the nicest thing anyone has said about me in days.
G’kar: I told you I could help. The book of G’Quan. Read it. We’ll talk afterwards.
Garibaldi: I don’t read Narn.
Zack: I look like I’m wearing a circus tent. Any minute now, a little teeny car with sixteen clowns in it is gonna flying out of my butt.
Draal: To quote a human phrase, It gives me the screaming willies
Ivanova: Anything else you need?
Sheridan: A glass of whiskey, a gun, and two bullets.
First Ones: When it is time, come to this place. Call our name. We will be here.
First Ones: Zog.
Ivanova: Zog? What do you mean Zog? Zog what? Zog yes? Zog no?