[Vir pleads with Londo for a young star-crossed Centauri couple.]
Vir Cotto: But they
love each other!
Londo Mollari: Love. Pah! Overrated.
[Londo fetches a set of three pictures of Centauri women.]
Londo: Here. Look. These are
my three wives: Pestilence, Famine, and Death. . . .
Londo: They
inspired me! Knowing that they were waiting for me is what keeps me here — 75 light-years away.
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[Londo vents his frustrations over trying to understand humans to Delenn and Draal.]
Londo: These Earthers! I try to find out as much as I can about them to try to make some sense of them, but it never seems to come together.
Delenn: They do seem to be a mass of contradictions.
Londo: Exactly my point! Here–six thousand years of recorded history, a history that includes remarkable composers, astonishing symphonies! But what is the one song that half of them sing to their children generation after generation?
You put your right hand in,
You put your right hand out.
You put your whole self in,
And you turn yourself about.
You do the hokey-pokey,
You give a little shout.
That's what it's all about!
It doesn't mean anything! I have been studying it for seven days! I had the computer analyze it! I swear to you, it does not mean a thing!
Delenn: We've come at a bad time, haven't we?