- [Londo asks a visiting Technomage for a prophecy]
- Elric: As I look at you, Ambasador Mollari, I see a great hand reaching out of the stars. The hand is your hand. And I hear sound; the sounds of billions of people calling your name.
- Ambassador Londo Mollari: My followers?
- Elric: Your victims.
- Elric: We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons and invocations of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know many things.
- Elric: There is an old saying: "Do not try the patience of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger."
- Capt. John Sheridan: We learn by doing, and in the process you're going to fall on your face a few times... though I didn't think you'd take it quite that literally.
- [last lines]
- David Corwin: The ship carrying the techno-mages is requesting permission to leave. What do I tell them?
- Capt. John Sheridan: Tell them: permission granted.
- [Ship jumps]
- Capt. John Sheridan: What was it he said? "Dreamers, shapers, singers, makers." Part of me says we'll not see their like again. And the part of me that still believes in magic says don't be so sure.
- [first lines]
- Dr. Stephen Franklin: Breathe in, please. Again, slowly. Does it hurt when I do that?
- Michael Garibaldi: No. No, it's fine. I don't - I don't feel a thing. Ow! Hey, hey, hey.
- Dr. Stephen Franklin: I don't like it when my patients lie to me...