Le convinzioni etiche del Dott. Franklin sono messe alla prova quando due alieni rifiutano, per motivi religiosi, di far sottoporre il proprio figlio a una semplice operazione che gli salverebbe la vita. Nel frattempo, Ivanova guida una missione di soccorso ad una nave da trasporto.
M'ola (a Franklin): You don't understand. Food animals are cut open. They don't have a soul, so it's all right. But Chosen of God may not be punctured.
Ivanova: Nothing. I certainly have plenty of things to occupy myself here. Yes, sir. I think I'll just walk to and fro for a while. Maybe over to my console. After that maybe I'll try pacing fro and to just for the kick of it. Oh, then there is this view, of course. Granted it's not quite the same as if you are outside... with someone who's got over 100 hours of combat flying experience.
Franklin: One way or another, I'm gonna save that boy's life. Whatever it costs.
Londo (a M'ola): Just how much justice can you afford?
Kosh (a M'ola): The avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote.
M'ola: We are only trying to save our child.
Delenn: That is also what doctor Franklin believes he's doing. Whose belief is correct? And how do we prove it?
Sinclair: A Globitt egg?
Shon: Actually it's only a piece of... industrial goo. But please, don't tell doctor Franklin I said so. He still believes it's an egg.
Franklin: May God save us from false religion.
Sinclair: What makes a religion false? If any religion is right, then maybe they all have to be right. Maybe God doesn't care how you say your prayers, just as long as you say them.
Ivanova: Come on. Come on. Yes! Good... good... not good.
Sinclair: Who asked you to play God?
Franklin: Every damn patient who comes through that door, that's who! People come to doctors because they want us to be gods. They want us to make it better... or make it not so. They want to be healed and they come to me when their prayers aren't enough. Well, if I have to take the responsibility, then I claim the authority too. I did good. And we both know it. And no one is going to take that away.
Franklin: I'm waiting. For an apology.
Sinclair: You better check the temperature in hell first.
Sinclair: Sometimes doing the right thing doesn't change anything. It can drive you crazy.
Franklin: It's all words. Just words.
Garibaldi: What happened out there?
Garibaldi: Nothing? I just got back the repair-order on your fighter. It will be in the shop for a week, minimum. And on top of that, I hear you broke regs about leaving formation and engaging on combat without backup.
Ivanova: It was an educated risk. Sometimes it works out.
Garibaldi: And sometimes it doesn't. It's a long story. Come on, I'll fill you in.
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