Star Trek: Deep Space Nine1993

[Dax is trying to work, but Virak'kara, a Jem'Hadar, is staring at her]

Jadzia Dax:
Am I really that interesting? You've been standing there staring at me for the last two hours.

Virak'kara:
You are part of my combat team. I must learn to understand your behaviour - anticipate your actions.

Jadzia Dax:
There must be something you'd rather do. Maybe get some sleep?

Virak'kara:
We don't sleep.

Jadzia Dax:
How about getting something to eat?

Virak'kara:
The white is the only thing we need.

Jadzia Dax:
[pondering] Don't sleep... don't eat... What do you do for relaxation?

Virak'kara:
Relaxation would only make us weak.

Jadzia Dax:
[aghast] You people are no fun at all - I'm glad I'm not a Jem'Hadar woman.

Virak'kara:
There are no Jem'Hadar women.

Jadzia Dax:
[sardonically] So what do you do? Lay eggs?

Virak'kara:
[proudly] Jem'Hadar are bred in birthing chambers. We are able to fight within three days of our emergence.

Jadzia Dax:
Lucky you. So let me get this straight: no sleep - no food - no women. No wonder you're so angry. After thirty or forty years of that I'd be angry too.

Virak'kara:
No Jem'Hadar has ever lived thirty years.

Jadzia Dax:
[puzzled] How old are you?

Virak'kara:
I am eight.

Jadzia Dax:
I would have guessed at least fifteen.

Virak'kara:
Few Jem'Hadar live that long. If we reach twenty, we're considered honored elders.

[leans in]

Virak'kara:
How old are you?

Jadzia Dax:
I stopped counting at three hundred.

Virak'kara:
[amazed] You don't look it.

Jadzia Dax:
Thank you.