Uno strano individuo che dedica la propria esistenza alla ricerca del Santo Graal arriva su Babylon 5. Nel frattempo, alcuni Lurker scompaiono in circostanze misteriose.
Sinclair: They say food digests better if you chew it first.
Garibaldi: Don't talk, I've seen you eat. Does the term Doppler-effect ring a bell?
Wellington: Why is it Ombuds Zimmerman never gets these cases? Only me.
Garibaldi: Make me a happy man. Let me clean out Downbelow. If I put all my teams out, I can wipe 9/10 of the crime rate in one sweep.
Sinclair: Most of them are just people with nowhere else to go. They come here looking for a new life, a new job, and when they don't find it, they can't afford transport back. What are you gonna do, Mr. Garibaldi? Shove them out an airlock?
Garibaldi: Don't tempt me.
Gajic: I'd say you have the wrong nickname. They should've called you Lucky.
Jinxo: How do you figure?
Gajic: To have escaped the worst each time, that's a blessing. You are a very lucky man. Perhaps each time you were exactly where you were meant to be.
Jinxo: I've never thought of it like that.
Gajic: We never do.
Sinclair: You need to find another witness.
Garibaldi: When the word gets out about Miriam, I've got as much chance of doing that as seeing a Vorlon doing strip-tease.
Londo: Hideous creatures, hideous. We came across them in our colonizing days. We lost an entire colony before we threw up a quarantine. The only good na'ka'leen is a dead na'ka'leen. This is of course a purely theoretical question? A whim of yours that... that you might ask? Yes?
Sinclair: Well, not really.
Londo: They're not. They couldn't be, here? I'll have the files transferred to you immediately. If you want me, I'll be in my quarters, under top security. I strongly suggest you do the same.
Garibaldi: You think he's genuine?
Sinclair: Aldous? Yes. Question is: a genuine what? One man's lunatic is another's true seeker.
Garibaldi: You have been hanging around Delenn too much.
Londo: Vir! What are you doing?
Vir: Why, I'm being efficient, sir.
Londo: A few more like you, Vir, and the entire Centauri Republic will efficient itself to extinction!
Londo: Fools to the left of me, feeders to the right. I need to find a real job.
Sinclair: Deuce wanted the people to think that he had the Vorlons working for him. Figured it would add to his image and intimidate people.
Sinclair: Well, after all, no one knows exactly what you look like. That makes some people... a little nervous.
Londo: Are you sure it's dead?
Garibaldi: I'm positive. It's dead as a rock. I saw it with my own eyes.
Londo: How do you know it's not just resting? Feeders are sneaky, you know.
Garibaldi: Londo, trust me.
Londo: Well, there you are, Vir. I told you there is nothing to worry about. He's young, sometimes he panics, you know how it is.
Garibaldi: The doc's dissecting it, wants to try to figure out how it can move so fast. He's learning all kinds of things about it.
Vir: Such as?
Garibaldi: Well, when they are about to attack they get quiet, so the key is: as long as you can hear them, as long as there is noise around, you're safe. But if you ever hear nothing... worry!
Garibaldi: No boom?
Sinclair: No boom.
Ivanova: No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow. What? Look, somebody's got to have some damn perspective around here. Boom, sooner or later. Boom!!!
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