Adiane: Hate you? I really couldn't care less about you. I was told to kill you, so that's precisely what I'm going to do! Whether I hate you or not is irrelevant.
Nia: So you're saying that you're willing to kill me simply because you were ordered to do so?
Adiane: Of course I am, what of it?
Nia: If my father ordered you to take your own life, would you do that too?
G'Kar: What do you mean, what do I want?
Morden: What do you want?
G'Kar: What do I want for supper? What do I want to do this evening? What do I—
Morden: What do you want?
G'Kar: This is pointless. What I want is for you to go away and leave me in peace.
Morden: As you say.
G'Kar: Wait. What do I want? The Centauri stripped my world. I want justice.
Morden: But what do you want?
G'Kar: To suck the marrow from their bones and grind their skulls into powder.
Morden: What do you want?
G'Kar: To tear down their cities, blacken their sky, sow the ground with salt...to completely, utterly erase them.
Morden: And Then What??
G'Kar: ...I don't know. As long as my homeworld's safety is guaranteed, I don't know that it matters.
Morden (disappointed): I see. Thank you for your time, Ambassador. Good day.
Londo: This is a silly conversation.
Morden: Yes, it is. What do you want?
Londo: To be left alone!
Morden: Is that it? Is that really all, Ambassador?
Londo: ...All right. Fine. You really want to know what I want? You really want to know the truth? I want my people to reclaim their rightful place in the galaxy! I want to see the Centauri stretch forth their hand again and command the stars! I want a rebirth of glory, a renaissance of power! I want to stop running through life like a man late for an appointment, afraid to look back, or to look forward! I want us to be what we used to be. I want... I want it all back, the way that it was! Does that answer your question?
Morden: Yes. Yes, it does. Thank you, Ambassador.
Delenn: I am Delenn.
Inquisitor: Unacceptable answer. I already know your name. Who are you?
Delenn: Delenn! [shocked]
Inquisitor: If you repeat an unacceptable answer, the penalty will be increased. Who are you?
Delenn: I...I am the ambassador for Minbar.
Inquisitor: Unacceptable. That is only your title. What other people call you when you choose to hide behind formalities. Who are you?
Delenn: I, uh...I'm the daughter of...[shocked]
Inquisitor: Unacceptable. What a sad thing you are. Unable to answer even such a simple question without falling back on references and genealogies and what other people call you. Have you nothing of your own? Nothing to stand on that is not provided, defined, delineated, stamped, sanctioned, numbered and approved by others? How can you be expected to fight for someone else when you haven't the fairest idea who you are?
Judge: No, but what I'm saying — let me rephrase — to make room, you were picking women out and saying "You you and you have to be sent back to be killed."
Hanna: Well, what would you have done?
Optimus Prime: Freedom is your right. If you make that request, we will honor it. But before your president decides, please ask him this: What if we leave and you're wrong?
Lennox (to Galloway): That's a good question.
Boy: And we grandpa? Who are we?
(a moment later)
Mom: Where's your grandpa?
Boy: In the library, crying.
The Captain: I'm gratified that you appreciate it.
The Doctor: Appreciate it? Appreciate it? But you commit mass destruction and murder on a scale that's almost inconceivable and you ask me to "appreciate it?" Just because you happen to have made a brilliantly conceived toy out of the mummified remains of planets!
The Captain: Devil storms, Doctor! It is not a toy!
The Doctor: THEN WHAT'S IT FOR?! What are you doing? What could possibly be worth all this?
Sawyer: He means "talk".
Juliette: We don't have time for this.
Sawyer: We cleared our schedules. We got all the time in the world.
Juliette: You know it's interesting... that you two are now the camp's moral police. I'm curious Sayid, how long was it before you told everyone on that beach exactly how many people you've tortured in your life? Do they know about Basra? And I'm sure the first thing you did when you got here, James, was to gather everyone in a circle and tell them about the man you shot in cold blood the night before you got on the plane. So why don't we just skip the part where you two pretend to be righteous? I'm taking that medicine back to Claire, and you're going to let me. Because if she doesn't get it, she's going to die. And the last thing either of you need right now... is more blood on your hands.
Dalek: (Silence. Turns back to van Statten, and then back to Rose) I want... freedom.
[Picard is at a loss for words and turns away]
Data: I see, it is precisely because I am not human.
Picard: [shaken] That will be all, Mr. Data.
Player Character: But not always. Mostly, it makes things worse.
Yuthura: Any failure to get the results I want is due to a lack of power on my part. That can change, in time. As a Sith, my mettle is tested far more than when I was a Padawan. I know this may sound strange, but only my compassion stands in my way, now. Once that is gone, let the slavers beware.
Player Character: But...if you lose your compassion, will you still care about those slaves?
Yuthura: [sounding unsure] I...yes, of course. I—I mean...losing my compassion as in...holding back...
The Doctor: Not all the time. I'm sorry.
Amy: ...then what is the point of you?
Maddox: I don't understand.
Picard: What is he??
Maddox: A machine!
Picard: Is he? Are you sure?
Picard: You see he's met two of your three criteria for sentience, [intelligence and self-awareness,] so what if he meets the third, consciousness, in even the smallest degree? What is he then? I don't know, do you? (to Riker, who'd been forced to argue for Maddox's side) Do you? (to the judge) Do you? Are you prepared to condemn him and all who come after him to servitude and slavery?
Aang: It never is.
Zuko: Then there's one thing I have to ask... What are you going to do when you face my father?
Zuko: First I have to get it out of here.
Iroh: [losing his composure for probably the first time ever] AND THEN WHAT?! You never think these things through! This is exactly what happened when you captured the Avatar at the north pole! You had him, and then you had nowhere to go!!
Zuko: I would have figured something out.
Iroh: NO! If his friends hadn't found you, YOU WOULD HAVE FROZEN TO DEATH!
Zuko: I know my own destiny Uncle!
Iroh: Is it your own destiny? Or is it a destiny that someone else has tried to force on you?
Zuko: Stop it Uncle! I have to do this!
Iroh: I'M BEGGING YOU, PRINCE ZUKO! It's time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions: who are you and what do YOU want?
Zuko: *yells in frustration and slams his swords on the ground*
Mr. Burns: Yes.
Homer: Okay, bad example... So let me ask you this! Does your money ever hug you when you come home at night?
Mr. Burns: Why, no...
Homer: And does it ever say, "I love you?"
Mr. Burns: No... it doesn't...
Ghost of Christmas Present: Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
Kalec: As did Arthas when he slaughtered everyone in Stratholme. And even he did not act with such hatred in his heart towards those he killed. Tell me, is this what your legacy is to be, Jaina Proudmoore? To be another Garrosh? Another Arthas?
Rin: I don't want them to ask me questions like that. I can never say the right things.
Hisao: What do you want then?
Rin: That someone wouldn't have to ask questions from me.
Hisao: But if you found someone like that, then what? Do you really think it would be some kind of be-all, end-all thing, star-crossed lovers and happily ever after?
My question is met by a blank stare, the darkness in her eyes unfazed by the thinly veiled bitterness.
Rin: No, I don't think that. But at least then I wouldn't have to be alone.
She whispers the words to the lights of the town but I hear them anyway.
Eiling: Superman and your Justice League are a threat to a safe and stable world.
Old Woman: Drop the act.
(Eiling turns to discover that a group of ordinary people has gathered around the fallen Shining Knight, making a human shield)
Old Woman: You think killin' Superman would make the world safe? Or killin' this boy? Or us? Tell me: how many of us do you have to kill to keep us safe?
Eiling: They're the ones I'm after, not you. I'm not the menace—metahumans are. Superpowered beings.
Boy: You're the only one around here with superpowers.
(Eiling pauses, then drops the car he's carrying)
Eiling: All right, I've become what I hate. I'll give you that.
Pyrrha gave a start.
Ruby was leaning in slightly, peering up with faintly worried eyes.
"Are you okay, Pyrrha?"
She asked it so earnestly that for a moment Pyrrha wanted to say-
No, not really.
Selene: But who betrayed your clan?
Luna: And who caused this pain?
Demona: The vikings destroyed my clan.
Selene: Who betrayed the castle to the vikings?
Demona: The Hunter hunted us down!
Phoebe: Who created the Hunter?
Demona: Canmore destroyed the last of us.
Luna: Who betrayed Macbeth to Canmore?
"What makes you happy? I wonder...what makes you happy...does it make...others happy, too?"
"The right thing...what is it? I wonder...if you do the right thing...does it make...everybody...happy?"
"Your true face... What kind of... face is it? I wonder... The face under the mask... Is that... your true face?"