Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 5

Benjamin Sisko:
Brag all you want, but don't get between me and the bloodwine!

Miles O'Brien:
So, let me get this straight: all we have to do is get past an enemy fleet, avoid a tachyon detection grid, beam into the middle of Klingon headquarters and avoid the Brotherhood of the Sword long enough to set these things up and activate them in front of Gowron?

Worf:
If we succeed, there will be many songs sung in our honor.

Miles O'Brien:
Let's hope we're there to hear them.

Kira:
I just hope I can survive one.

Bashir:
You're doing great.

Kira:
Oh, I don't feel great.

Bashir:
You're... positively glowing!

Kira:
Oh, really?

Bashir:
I think so. But I suppose my opinion doesn't count.

Kira:
Oh, it counts—but don't forget that this is still YOUR fault.

Bashir:
MY fault?

Kira:
You performed the transfer from Keiko to me.

Bashir:
After you volunteered.

Kira:
After you put the idea in my head!

Bashir:
After you flew the runabout into an asteroid field!

Kira:
After you insisted on checking those anomalous bio scans!

Bashir:
That was Keiko!!

Kira:
That's right, it was! But I'd rather blame you!

Bashir:
Whatever makes you happy.

Gul Dukat:
Major, I must say I'm shocked. You use my daughter to lure me here, you're asking me to risk my ship on some fool's errand into the Klingon Empire, and you're pregnant. I hope First Minister Shakaar appreciates what a lucky man he is.

Kira Nerys:
Shakaar's not the father.

Gul Dukat:
Then who is?

Kira Nerys:
Chief O'Brien.

Odo:
(about bloodwine) It's a pity it doesn't have any bubbles.

Miles O'Brien:
I hate prototypes.

Munez:
I can't feel my legs.

Jadzia Dax:
Don't worry. They're still there.

Grilka:
The recent hostilities between the Federation and the Empire have been very costly to my family. We have suffered great losses in ships, lands, warriors.

Quark:
War. What is it good for? If you ask me, absolutely nothing.

Jadzia Dax:
If I were in your shoes, I would be looking for someone a little more entertaining, a little more fun... and maybe even a little more attainable.

Worf:
You are not in my shoes.

Jadzia Dax:
Too bad. You'd be amazed at what I can do in a pair of size 18 boots.

Worf:
Grilka is from the Mekro'vak region. It is customary among her people for the man to bring the leg of a Lingta to the first courtship dinner. Make sure it is fresh, as if you had just killed it. Then, use the leg to sweep aside everything on the table... and declare in a loud voice, "I have brought you this. From this day, I wish to provide food for you and your House, and all I ask is to share your company and do honor to your name."

Dr. Julian Bashir:
(examining an injured Quark) A compound fracture of the right radius, two fractured ribs, torn ligaments, strained tendons, numerous contusions, bruises, and scratches. What have you been doing?

Quark:
You mean, (taking Grilka's hand) what have we been doing?

(Quark and Grilka erupt into naughty laughter)

Dr. Julian Bashir:
(unsettled) Never mind. I don't need that particular image running around my head. I'll just treat you.

[He turns around to see Worf and Dax, both bruised and bleeding, entering the infirmary.]

Dr. Julian Bashir:
What happened to you two?

Lt. Cmdr. Worf:
We, uh...

Jadzia Dax:
Well, if you must know—

Dr. Julian Bashir:
[becoming flustered] No! I don't need that particular image, either. In fact, I'm going to stop asking that question altogether! People can come in, I will treat them, and that will be all.

Benjamin Sisko:
It takes courage to look inside yourself, and even more courage to write it for other people to see.

[Preparing for a top-secret assignment]

Rom:
I won't even tell them my name.

Miles O'Brien:
Rom, everyone on the station knows your name.

Rom:
Well... I won't confirm it.

DTI Agent Dulmer:
Captain, why'd you take the Defiant back in time?

Benjamin Sisko:
It was an accident.

DTI Agent Lucsly:
So you're not contending it was a predestination paradox.

Dulmer:
A time loop? That you were meant to go back into the past?

Sisko:
No.

Dulmer:
Good.

Lucsly:
We hate those. So... what happened?

Sisko:
This may take some time.

Dulmer:
Is that a joke?

Sisko:
No.

Lucsly:
Good.

Dulmer:
We hate those, too.

Miles O'Brien:
Don't take it personally, Worf.

Julian Bashir:
I... rather like the way you smell.

O'Brien:
Yeah, sort of... earthy, peaty aroma.

Bashir:
With a touch of... lilac.

Dulmer:
Be specific, Captain. Which Enterprise? There've been five.

Lucsly:
Six.

Sisko:
This was the first Enterprise. Constitution-class.

[Both agents sit back, astonished]

Dulmer:
His ship.

Lucsly:
James T. Kirk.

Sisko:
[grins] The one and only.

Dulmer:
Seventeen separate temporal violations. The biggest file on record.

Lucsly:
The man was a menace.

Bashir:
I'm a doctor, not an historian.

Sisko:
In the old days, Operations officers wore red, Command officers wore gold.

Jadzia Dax:
And women wore less. [shows off her outfit...which suits her]

Bashir:
I think I'm going to like history.

Dax:
I had no idea.

Sisko:
What?

Dax:
He’s so much more handsome in person. Those eyes.

Sisko:
Kirk had quite the reputation as a ladies’ man.

Dax:
Not him — Spock.

Worf:
Where did you get that... thing?

Odo:
From a man named Cyrano Jones. He told me tribbles like everyone. Well, this one doesn't seem to like you.

Worf:
THE FEELING'S-- [lowers his voice] The feeling's mutual. They are detestable creatures!

Odo:
Hm... interesting. It's been my observation that most humanoids love soft, furry animals, especially if they make pleasing sounds.

Worf:
They do nothing but consume food and breed. If you feed that thing more than the smallest morsel, in a few hours you'll have ten tribbles, then a hundred, then a thousand!

Odo:
Calm down.

Worf:
They were once considered mortal enemies of the Klingon Empire.

Odo:
[scoffs] This?! A mortal enemy of the Empire?

Worf:
They were an ecological menace, a plague to be wiped out.

Odo:
Wiped out?! What are you saying?!

Worf:
Hundreds of warriors were sent to track them down throughout the galaxy. An armada obliterated the Tribble homeworld. By the end of the 23rd century, they had been eradicated.

Odo:
Another glorious chapter of Klingon history. Tell me, do they still sing songs of the Great Tribble Hunt? [chuckles]

[regarding the appearance of 23rd-century Klingons]

Odo:
Mr. Worf.

Worf:
They are Klingons. And, it is a long story.

O'Brien:
What happened? Genetic engineering?

Bashir:
A viral mutation?

Worf:
We do not discuss it with outsiders!

Montgomery Scott:
Laddie... don't you think you should... rephrase that?

Korax:
You're right. I should. I didn't mean to say that the Enterprise should be hauling garbage. I meant to say that it should be hauled away as garbage.

Leonard McCoy:
[about tribbles] They're born pregnant.

James T. Kirk:
I want these things off the ship. I don't care if it takes every man we've got. I want them off the ship.

Worf:
You are no hero to the Empire!

Darvin:
I will be. I've been thinking about my statue in the Hall of Warriors. I want it to capture my essence. Our statues can be so generic, don't you think?

Odo:
I take it whatever your plan is, you've already set it in motion?

Darvin:
I see myself standing with Kirk's head in one hand...and a tribble in the other.

Odo:
(after Dulmer and Lucsly have left) Did you tell them?

Sisko:
They didn't ask. I'm open to suggestions, people.

Dax (lamely):
We could build another station...?

Worf:
Do not hug me.

Odo:
Interesting that a simple tailor should just happen to have a high-level security code.

Elim Garak:
Yes, isn't it? And if my nose didn't hurt so much, I'd tell you a fascinating story about how I came to possess it.

Odo:
I see I'm going to have to add the word "pickpocket" to your resume.

Elim Garak:
It's only a hobby.

Quark:
I'm not trying to rescue you, I'm taking you along as emergency rations. If you die, I'm going to eat you.

Nog:
I'll do the cleaning on the odd-numbered days; you do the cleaning on the even days.

Jake Sisko:
We're going to clean every day?

Nog:
No, just the odd and even ones.

Nog:
Healthy body, healthy mind.

Jake Sisko:
Please, Nog. No cliches before breakfast.

Worf:
There is an ancient Klingon proverb that says, "You cannot loosen a man's tongue with root beer."

Worf:
I do not smirk. But if I did, this would be a good opportunity.

Worf:
Quark may lend you the money, but remember Rule of Acquisition Number 111: "Treat people in your debt like family—exploit them."

Dr. Mora Pol:
By the Prophets, Odo, I wasn't even sure you were a life-form.

Odo:
I wasn't sure about you, either.

[Sisko is trying to arrest a former security officer turned traitor]

Odo:
Sir, have you ever reminded Starfleet Command that they stationed Eddington here because they didn't trust me?

Benjamin Sisko:
No.

Odo:
Please do.

Sisko:
[broadcasting a message to the Maquis] To all members of the Maquis resistance: this is Captain Sisko of the USS Defiant. In response to the Maquis's use of biogenic weapons in their recent attacks, I am about to take the following action. In exactly one hour, I will detonate two quantum torpedoes that will scatter trilithium resin in the atmosphere of Solosos Three. I thereby will make the planet uninhabitable to all human life for the next fifty years. I suggest evacuation plans begin immediately.

[In response to Maquis terrorist attacks, Sisko has detonated biological weapons in the atmosphere of one of their colony worlds]

Michael Eddington:
[aghast]Do you realise what you've done?

Sisko:
I've only just begun. I'm going to eliminate every Maquis colony in the DMZ.

Eddington:
You're talking about turning hundreds of thousands of people into homeless refugees!

Sisko:
That's right. When you attacked the Malinche, you proved one thing; that the Maquis have become an intolerable threat to the security of the Federation, and I am going to eliminate that threat.

Eddington:
But think about those people you saw in the caves, huddled and starving. They didn't attack the Malinche.

Sisko:
You should have thought about that before you attacked a Federation starship.

Tora Ziyal:
It's just that... you're intelligent and cultured... and kind.

Elim Garak:
My dear, you're young, so I realize that you're a poor judge of character.

Elim Garak:
[to Gul Dukat] You do have a lovely daughter. She must take after her mother.

Gul Dukat:
The mans a cold blooded heartless killer

Major Kira:
In other words...a Cardassian

Elim Garak:
Because lying is a skill like any other, and if you want to maintain a level of excellence, you have to practice constantly.

Worf:
Practice on someone else.

Elim Garak:
I'd like to get my hands on that fellow Earl Grey and tell him a thing or two about tea leaves.

Enabran Tain:
You have always been a weakness I can't afford.

Worf:
At the first sign of betrayal, I will kill him, but I promise to return the body intact.

Benjamin Sisko:
I assume that's a joke.

Worf:
We will see.

Elim Garak:
You've come a long way from the naive young man I met five years ago. You've become distrustful and suspicious. It suits you.

Julian Bashir:
I had a good teacher.

Elim Garak:
[Jem'Hadar soldiers beam onto Runabout] Ah! Thank you for coming. Now would you kindly point us in the direction of the wormhole? [Jem'Hadar soldier angrily hits Garak in the face with a rifle and takes him and Worf hostage]

Elim Garak:
I only wish I were still a member of the Obsidian Order. This would make a wonderful interrogation chamber. Tight quarters, no air, bad lighting, random electric shocks—it’s perfect.

Gul Dukat:
[To Kira] You and me on the same side? It never seemed quite... right, did it?

Gul Dukat:
[speaking to his people] You might ask, should we fear joining the Dominion? And I answer you—not in the least. We should embrace the opportunity. The Dominion recognizes us for what we are, the true leaders of the Alpha Quadrant. And now that we are joined together, equal partners in all endeavors, the only people with anything to fear will be our enemies. My oldest son's birthday is in five days. To him, and to Cardassians everywhere, I make the following pledge: By the time his birthday dawns, there will not be a single Klingon alive inside Cardassian territory. Or a single Maquis colony left within our borders. Cardassia will be made whole; all that we have lost will be ours again. And anyone who stands in our way will be destroyed. This I vow with my life's blood, for my son, for all our sons.

Martok:
[regarding Garak's claustrophibia] There is no greater enemy than one's own fears.

Worf:
It takes a brave man to face them.

Quark:
The Jem Hadar don't eat, don't drink, and they don't have sex. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Founders don't eat, and don't drink, and they don't have sex, either. Which, between you and me, makes my financial future less than promising.

Ziyal:
It might not be so bad. For all we know the Vorta might be gluttonous, alcoholic sex maniacs.

Quark:
[brightened] I never thought of that! I wonder what their favorite food is?

Julian Bashir:
The truth is, I'm a fraud.

Miles O'Brien:
You're not a fraud. I don't care how many enhancements your parents had done. Genetic recoding can't give you ambition or a personality or compassion or any of the things that make a person truly human.

[Leeta and Rom have just professed their love for each other]

Leeta:
Oh, Doctor, I'm sorry.

Lewis Zimmerman:
No, don't be. True love should always win. [Unconvincingly] I'm happy for you. Really.

Leeta:
You're a sweet, wonderful, and brilliant man. There's someone out there for you, Doctor. I know it.

Lewis Zimmerman:
I don't think so. Perhaps I'm better suited to a life of solitary research—

[attractive alien woman walks by] —and dedication to my chosen field of study. Don't worry about me; I’ll be fine. Goodbye.

Leeta:
[focused on Rom] Bye.

Lewis Zimmerman:
[to alien woman] Excuse me, are you familiar with an ancient text known as the Kama Sutra?

[O'Brien wins at darts]

Julian Bashir:
So, I guess it's your game again.

Miles O'Brien:
What's that? Five in a row?

Julian Bashir:
At least.

Miles O'Brien:
Wait a minute. You haven't been letting me win, have you?

Julian Bashir:
What makes you think that?

Miles O'Brien:
You said your hand-eye coordination had been genetically enhanced.

Julian Bashir:
Well, maybe I have been letting you win, a little bit.

Miles O'Brien:
I don't believe it. I don't need you to patronize me. I can play at your level.

Julian Bashir:
I never said you couldn't.

Miles O'Brien:
Well, play then. Really play!

[Bashir quickly throws his darts. O'Brien sees Bashir has thrown three straight bulls-eyes]

Miles O'Brien:
Alright, from now on, you play from over here,

[moves Bashir behind a pole]

Miles O'Brien:
I play from up here,

[stands in his usual spot]

Miles O'Brien:
If that doesn't work, we'll try a blindfold.

[Odo has interrupted Bashir's holosuite program seeking advice.]

Bashir:
What is this all about, Odo? You didn't come here to talk to me about women. [Odo looks away] Did you? [realizing] Aaah. This is about "Bedroom Eyes", isn't it?

Odo:
Who told you about her? Kira?

Bashir:
Nope.

Odo:
Dax.

Bashir:
Actually, it was Miles.

{Odo groans in embarrassment.]

Bashir:
[continuing] If people are talking, it's only because they care. You put on a good front. But anyone who really knows you can tell that you're lonely. If you're interested in this woman, you have to let her know.

Odo:
I can't.

Bashir:
Why not?

Odo:
What if I— What if she—

Bashir:
Rejects you? She might. But you can't go through life trying to avoid getting a broken heart. If you do, it'll break from loneliness anyway. So you might as well take the chance. If you don't, she'll move on and you'll never know what you might have had. And living with that is worse than having a broken heart. Believe me.

Arissa:
I'm not in your way, am I?

Odo:
No. No, not at all. I, uh... I usually read for an hour or two.

Arissa:
What are you reading?

Odo:
It's a detective novel.

Arissa:
Oh. Have you figured out who did it yet?

Odo:
By the third page.

[Quark is in the Security Office]

Quark:
None of these charges are gonna stick! I haven't broken any laws! [beat] I have a license to run holosuites.

Odo:
But you don't have a license to sell weapons, do you?

Quark:
[pause] I defy you to prove that I've brought a single weapon onto this station.

Odo:
It's a mere technicality; we both know what you're doing. And I promise you, you're going to face the consequences.

[Sisko and Kira enter while Odo is saying this]

Sisko:
Not today, he isn't! [pause] Let him go.

Odo:
[incredulous] Let him go?!

Sisko:
Major, tell the constable what you told me.

Kira:
The Bajoran government insists that Deep Space 9 not interfere with the lawful transactions of Hagath and his associates. Hagath supplied arms to the resistance—without him or people like him, we would all be dead, and the Cardassians would still be in power. [beat] We owe him.

Odo:
[exasperated] Captain!

Sisko:
I don't like it any more than you do.

Quark:
[smug] Better luck next time.

Sisko:
You'd better hope there isn't a "next time," mister! I have cut you a lot of slack in the past—I even looked the other way once or twice when I could have come down hard on you—but those days are over! Now, we may not be able to get you for selling weapons, but you so much as litter on the Promenade, and I will nail you to the wall!!

Quark:
Twenty-eight million people dead? Couldn't we just... wound some of them?

Sisko:
You're facing some serious charges here, Quark: incitement to riot, endangering the public safety, disregarding...

Quark:
How was I supposed to know everyone was going to start shooting? I just wanted them to cross paths so that the deal would fall through.

Sisko:
It fell through all right. Hagath and Gaila barely managed to get off the station alive!

Quark:
I hear General Nassuc sent a Purification Squad after them.

Sisko:
I wouldn't count on seeing your former business partners again.

Quark:
I can live with that.

Sisko:
What about the Regent's death?

Quark:
The Regent's dead?

Sisko:
A Purification Squad caught up with him this morning.

Quark:
I can live with that, too. And I can think of twenty-eight million other people who won't mind, either.

Sisko:
Twenty-eight million and one.

Gul Dukat:
Major. Sorry to disturb you.

Kira Nerys:
Sorry enough to leave?

Sisko:
There's enough poison in this bottle to kill twenty Cardassians.

(Weyoun picks up Dukat's glass and drains it.)

Gul Dukat:
Wha-?!

Weyoun:
(chuckling) Oh, my! That is quite toxic, isn't it?

Gul Dukat:
Are you insane?

Weyoun:
The Vorta are immune to most forms of poison. Comes in handy when you're a diplomat.

Zek:
“Sometimes the only thing more dangerous than a question is an answer.”

Quark:
Rule of Acquisition 208.

Rom:
“Females and finances don't mix.” Rule of Acquisition 94.

Rom:
“Latinum lasts longer than lust.” Rule of Acquisition 229.

O'Brien:
Maybe, but lust can be a lot more fun.

Worf:
I am Worf, son of Mogh. I now take my place as first officer. I serve the captain, but I stand for the crew.

Worf:
It is clear to me that none of you are worthy of my blood or my life, but I will stand for you.

Worf:
May glory and honor follow you on your journey.

[Worf's young descendant is awestruck by him]

Young boy:
Are you the son of Mogh?

Worf:
Yes.

Young boy:
Is it true you can kill someone just by looking at them?

Worf:
Only when I am angry.

Worf:
Our enemy is time.

Quark:
Did you catch him?

Odo:
We caught him. Or rather, Major Kira caught him.

Kira:
I didn't really do anything. I was in the Bajoran shrine, meditating, and he burst in, stark naked, fell to his knees, crying out to the Prophets for protection!

Bashir:
Morn, of all people. Who would've thought he'd just snap like that?

Odo:
Certainly not me. Which leads me to wonder, what could have pushed him over the edge? [looks pointedly at Quark]

Quark:
Why are you looking at me? I'm the victim here! [Odo scoffs] He hit me with a bar stool!

Kira:
Why did he hit you?

Quark:
I don't have the faintest idea.

Kira:
Think harder.

Odo:
Witnesses say you were talking to him right up until the moment he went berserk.

Quark:
Of course I was talking to him. That's what bartenders are supposed to do—talk to their customers.

Kira:
What exactly was it that you were talking to him about?

Quark:
All I said was that the military personnel on this station were starting to look a little nervous. When they get nervous, I get nervous.

Odo:
And that's all you said?

Quark:
Basically. [beat] I might've done some harmless theorizing.

Bashir:
About what?

Quark:
Oh, something like it was only a matter of time until the Dominion launched a full-scale assault on the Federation, and when that happened, this station would undoubtedly be their first target. [long pause] And I might've idly suggested that there wasn't a chance in hell of any of us getting out of here alive.

Odo:
And that's when Morn hit you with a bar stool and ran onto the Promenade screaming, "We're all doomed"?

Quark:
...Some people just don't react well to stress.

[Eddington and Sisko, forced to work together to thwart a Maquis missile attack on Cardassia, get into an argument]

Eddington:
You're the one who made it personal. You could've looked the other way. You could've left the Maquis alone, but you didn't do it. You hunted us, hounded us, fought us every chance you got. And in the end, you set us up for the slaughter. I expected better of you than that. So did a lot of people. People like Cal Hudson. I bet you haven't heard that name in a while.

Sisko:
You're right about that.

Eddington:
He told me the two of your were friends at the Academy.

Sisko:
And a long time after.

Eddington:
Until he joined the Maquis.

Sisko:
He betrayed his oath to Starfleet.

Eddington:
If it makes you feel any better, he paid for his sins. He was killed in a skirmish with the Cardassians.

Sisko:
[sombre] He was a good man.

Eddington:
He felt the same about you. He thought you were wrong about the Maquis, but he forgave you, which is ironic considering you never forgave him. You can't forgive any of us. And not because we betrayed Starfleet or the Federation, but because we betrayed you. That's what this is all about. Your ego. Where Benjamin Sisko leads, all must follow.

Sisko:
[incredulous] Is that what you really believe?

Eddington:
It's the truth, isn't it? The Maquis were never much of a threat to the Federation, but we were a threat to you. We were a stain on your record and you couldn't have that. Not when you were so busy measuring yourself for an admiral's uniform. [an enraged Sisko gets to his feet]

Sisko:
You want to blame me for what happened to the Maquis? Fine. Go ahead, blame me. Blame Starfleet. Blame the Federation. Blame everyone except Michael Eddington.

Eddington:
The Maquis won its greatest victories under my leadership.

Sisko:
[scoffs] Your leadership. Your shining moment of glory. Michael Eddington gets to take off his gold uniform and play hero. That's what you always wanted, to lead troops in a glorious cause. Well, you had your chance and look where you led them. Right into their graves.

Eddington:
They died because I wasn't there when they needed me most, because you put me in jail.

Sisko:
They died because you filled their heads with false hopes! Sold them dreams of a military victory when what they needed was a negotiated peace!

Eddington:
We had the Cardassians on the run!

Sisko:
And they ran right into the arms of the Dominion! End of story.

(Sisko and Eddington are being attacked by Jem'Hadar)

Sisko:
Take this [phaser]. I'll go around—try to draw their fire. Should be able to catch them off-guard when they go after me.

Eddington:
I can barely see two meters in front of me. How will I know what I'm aiming at?

Sisko:
I'll be the one holding the pipe.

Eddington:
(sarcastic) Attacking two Jem’Hadar soldiers with a pipe. That's a brilliant plan.

Sisko:
It could be worse.

Eddington:
I know—it could be me holding the pipe.

Sisko:
Exactly. (runs off with pipe)

(After Eddington shoots a Jem'Hadar about to kill Sisko)

Sisko:
You have sharp eyes.

Eddington:
Not really; I just saw which of you was knocked down first and then I shot the one still standing.

Sisko:
Thank you for your vote of confidence.

Jake Sisko:
We work to better ourselves and the rest of humanity.

Nog:
What does that mean exactly?

Dr. Elias Giger:
I haven't done anything wrong, and I won't be hounded by you and your soulless minions of orthodoxy.

Dr. Elias Giger:
Since you are not, in fact, working for the soulless minions of orthodoxy that have hounded my work and plagued my existence, I have decided to open negotiations regarding the sale of a mint condition 1951 Willie Mays rookie card—without the original packaging or chewing gum.

Dr. Elias Giger:
And while the soulless minions of orthodoxy refused to follow up on his important research, I could hear the clarion call of destiny ringing in my ears.

Nog:
Maybe the soulless minions of orthodoxy finally caught up with him.

Dr. Elias Giger:
You turned me over to these soulless minions of orthodoxy.

[Working for a scientist named Geiger, and also searching for a missing teddy bear]

Jake Sisko:
We're going to beard the lion in its den.

Nog:
[Confused] Lions, Geigers, bears...

Jake Sisko:
Oh, my.

Benjamin Sisko:
Even in the darkest moments, you can always find something that will make you smile.

Rom:
[to Sisko] Would you marry me? I mean us. I mean, would you perform our wedding ceremony?

Benjamin Sisko:
Just don't forget the 190th Rule of Acquisition.

Nog:
"Hear all, trust nothing." Good advice, sir.

Odo:
You'd shoot a man in the back?

Elim Garak:
Well, it's the safest way, isn't it?

Benjamin Sisko:
When I first took command of this post, all I wanted was to be somewhere else—anywhere but here. But now, five years later, this has become my home, and you have become my family. And leaving this station—leaving you—is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But this war isn't over yet. I want you to know that while we were keeping the Dominion occupied, a Starfleet-Klingon task force crossed the border into Cardassia and destroyed the Dominion shipyards on Torros III. Your sacrifices, our sacrifices made that victory possible. But no victory can make this moment any easier for me. And I promise, I will not rest until I stand with you again—here—in this place where I belong.

Quark:
All I know is that any marriage where the female is allowed to speak and wear clothing is doomed to failure.

Weyoun:
It would appear Captain Sisko removed or destroyed everything of value.

Gul Dukat:
[Noticing Sisko's baseball] Not everything.

Weyoun:
What is that?

Gul Dukat:
A message from Sisko.

Weyoun:
I don't understand.

Gul Dukat:
He's letting me know... he'll be back.