- G'Kar: If I take a lamp and shine it toward the wall, a bright spot will appear on the wall. The lamp is our search for truth, for understanding. Too often we assume that the light on the wall is God. But the light is not the goal of the search; it is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light on the wall, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it! Similarly, someone who does not search, who does not bring a lantern with him, sees nothing. What we perceive as God, is the byproduct of our search for God. It may simply be an appreciation of the light, pure and unblemished, not understanding that it comes from us. Sometimes we stand in front of the light and assume that we are the center of the universe. God looks astonishingly like we do! Or we turn to look at our shadow, and assume that all is darkness. If we allow ourselves to get in the way, we defeat the purpose; which is to use the light of our search to illuminate the wall in all its beauty - and in all its flaws. And in so doing better understand the world around us.
- Londo Mollari: Vir, we are not biologically equipped to handle fast food.
- Vir Cotto: I know. I know. But it tastes so great going down. Coming up again, it's not so terrific, but-
- [first lines]
- President John Sheridan: Delenn?
- Delenn: Yes.
- President John Sheridan: Are you all right?
- Delenn: Yes. I- I just remembered I need some important papers from my quarters for tomorrow's Council meeting.
- President John Sheridan: At this hour?
- Delenn: I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so I wanna make sure I know where they are.
- [last lines]
- [Garibaldi stumbles into his quarters.]
- Michael Garibaldi: Sh- Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I had a little- oh, that's a big drink- about an hour ago and it went right to my head. - What did I do with that link? You here, Linky, Linky, Linky? Here, Linky?
- [finds his link]
- Michael Garibaldi: Oh, the missing link!
- Michael Garibaldi: [over link] ... Yep. I wanna suicide pizza and I want it right now.
- Man: Yes, Sir. We'll do our best.
- Michael Garibaldi: I bet you will.
- [He lies down on the floor and pours himself another drink.]
- Vir Cotto: [enters Londo's quarters with an armload of boxes] You were away for a long time. And then you came back and there was nothing fresh. So I figured I'd lay in supplies for a while.
- Londo Mollari: Nothing fresh? What do you eat when I'm gone?
- Vir Cotto: [stuttering sheepishly] Well, I... uh, we have plenty of, uh... I... eat at Mcbari's.
- Londo Mollari: Mcbari's? Is that the new place in brown sector? With the golden, uh...
- Vir Cotto: ..with the golden head bones, yes.