Gideon e Lochley si occupano della sicurezza durante una conferenza sul morbo dei Drakh che si tiene su Marte, proprio mentre una setta di fanatici religiosi prepara un attentato.
Eilerson: History is rarely cut and dry when it comes to religion. One man's lunatic is another's saint or holy martyr. In the words of T.S. Elliot, "Saint and martyr rule from the tomb."
Trace: I'm starting to feel like some kind of yo-yo.
Dureena: Some kind of what?
Eilerson: Yo-yo. Slang for fool or idiot.
Trace: I meant the toy.
Eilerson: Oh, and there is that, too.
Eilerson: If you didn't care, you wouldn't have helped...
Dureena: No, I helped because he was a sloppy thief, and I hate to see a sloppy thief win. It reflects badly on the rest of us.
Dureena: You know, on my world, it was considered a great evil to even presume to speak on behalf of the universe.
Eilerson: Well, they're a lot smarter than we are. What's that old saying? Anyway... Christ came to tell us to love one another and the last 2200 years, we've spent killing each other on how he said it, "When you become obsessed with the enemy, you become the enemy."
Dureena (a Trace): I'm starting to agree with him and that's more than I can bare! Would you care to dance?
Trace: Love to.
Dureena: Gods, I am drowning in testosterone...
Eilerson: Oh, luckily for you, you're equipped with floatation devices.
Gideon: Read my mind.
Matheson: Sir, I would never...
Gideon: Sorry. Sorry. It's a figure of speech. I didn't mean it literally.
Lochley: Earthforce asked for an officer to oversee it. The good doctor put me at the top of his short list. Right now, my main goal is to find a cure for this, so I can go Earth side and thank Steven in person with a large brick.
Gideon: You are the most double talking, suspicious, second guessing individual, I've ever seen, since the last time I looked in a mirror.
Lochley: I guess that's why we make such a good team.
Gideon: All these precautions are nice, but...
Lochley: Nice? Captain Gideon, Security happens to be my middle name.
Gideon: That's all well and good, but, just in case your last name is Breach, it won't hurt for me to double check.
Lochley: Double check?!?
Lochley: You know what you are?
Gideon: Ruggedly handsome.
Lochley: A control freak.
Gideon: Can't I be both?
Matheson (a Gideon): Ruggedly handsome?
Lochley: Who was your old hero?
Gideon: Truthfully? John Sheridan.
Lochley: John Sheridan? No kidding.
Gideon (riguardo a Sheridan): Where you ever under him?
[Lochley tossisce mentre beve]
Gideon: You ok?
Lochley: Fine, fine. Thank you. Under him?
Gideon: On Babylon 5, you served under him?
Lochley: Oh yes, yes. I was... under him for a while.
Gideon: Married? You're telling me, that some guy, actually managed to land you, got you to lower your defenses enough to commit, and then let you get away? Oh, God. He must be the biggest loser in the galaxy.
Lochley: Oh, major loser, they don't come any bigger.
Gideon: Loser have a name?
Lochley: John Sheridan.
Gideon: Had to wait until I'd took a drink. Didn't you?
Lochley: It seemed only fair.
Lochley: Do you believe that there is a supreme being?
Gideon: Aside from John Sheridan?
Lochley: Yes, aside from the wisest, bravest, sexiest man in the galaxy. Apart from him.
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