SINCLAIR: One day John, all this will be yours.
SHERIDAN: You mean the curtains?
SINCLAIR: No, not the curtains. All that you can see. That will be your
SHERIDAN: But I don't want any of that.
SINCLAIR: Listen up, I built this space station up from nothing. All there was
was space. All the captains said it was daft to build a station in space, but I
built it all the same, just to show them. It blew up, so I built a second one.
That one blew up. And a third one, and that one blew up. I built a fourth one,
that one disappeared in time. But the fifth one stayed. And that's what you're
going to get John, the strongest space station in these sectors.
SHERIDAN: But I don't want any of that. I'd rather...
SINCLAIR: Rather what?
SHERIDAN: I'd rather ... just ... SING!
SHERIDAN: This Vorlon is dead. It has ceased to be. It's a stiff. Bereft of
life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to its encounter suit, it
would be pushing up the spoo! This is an EX-Vorlon!
That's not got much flarn in it.