Babylon 5, Season 1: Signs and Portents

Susan Ivanova:
God, I hate mornings.

Jeffrey Sinclair:
We noticed. Personally, I find it the best part of the day.

Michael Garibaldi:
Ah, me too.

Ivanova:
[sighs] We all have our cross to bear.

Sinclair:
The time I really learned to appreciate mornings was during the three years I spent being taught by Jesuits. [His voice drops to a near-whisper, and Ivanova starts to nod off.] We used to get up at five o'clock every morning for sunrise mass. Then an hour of meditation before class. We would sit, quiet, at peace. [Her eyelids are getting heavier.] Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out. [She's out cold.] Breathing in, breathing out. [Sinclair winks at Garibaldi, and the chief swaps their just-started breakfasts with dirty, empty dishes, but leaves Ivanova's untouched.]

Garibaldi:
Well!

Ivanova:
[snapping awake] What?

Garibaldi:
Oh, that was great! Boy, just hit the spot! [to Sinclair] I see you cleaned your plate too! Guess I'd better get going.

Sinclair:
Me too, it's nearly seven-thirty.

Ivanova:
Sev-seven-thirty? I…I didn't even…I slept through breakfast? This isn't fair! It's n…

Sinclair:
Something, Lieutenant Commander?

Ivanova:
No! Nothing, I'm fine! I'm fine, you'll have to excuse me. [into her link] C&C, this is Ivanova! I realize I'm late, but I'm on my way! [She runs out, and Garibaldi swaps the dishes back.]

Sinclair:
I'll notify your next of kin. [picks up his tray and leaves]

Garibaldi:
Four…three…two…one…

Ivanova:
[out in the corridor, shouting] AUGH! GARIBALDI, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!