Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 6

Kira Nerys:
Are you so deluded, you actually believe that we're going to have some sort of intimate relationship?

Gul Dukat:
We already do.

Jadzia Dax:
First we shed blood, then we feast.

Worf:
As it should be.

Jadzia Dax:
So, what do you plan on doing for the next couple of hours?

Benjamin Sisko:
I hadn't given it much thought.

Jadzia Dax:
Maybe now would be a good time to contact your father.

Benjamin Sisko:
Maybe.

Jadzia Dax:
Benjamin, you haven't spoken to him for months. And Jake is his grandson.

Benjamin Sisko:
How do I explain that I evacuated every Federation citizen off Deep Space Nine except his grandson?

Jadzia Dax:
You'll think of something. You always do.

Joseph Sisko:
Are things really as bad as the news services say?

Benjamin Sisko:
Maybe worse.

Joseph Sisko:
Well, you certainly know how to comfort a frightened old man.

Benjamin Sisko:
You didn't raise me to be a liar.

Joseph Sisko:
I raised you to be a chef, for all the good it did me.

Joseph Sisko:
You know, there's something I just don't understand. You're always telling me that space is big, that it's an endless frontier, filled with infinite wonders.

Benjamin Sisko:
It's true.

Joseph Sisko:
Well, if that's the case, you would think it would be more than enough room to allow people to leave each other alone.

Benjamin Sisko:
[sighs] It just doesn't work that way. It should, but it doesn't.

[The crew stand on the shore of a desolate planet, in enemy territory, and watch as their wrecked ship sinks below the water].

Miles O'Brien:
Oh, no.

Benjamin Sisko:
What?

Miles O'Brien:
I don't believe it!

Benjamin Sisko:
What?

Miles O'Brien:
I tore my pants.

Benjamin Sisko:
[Laughing] You tore your pants?

Miles O'Brien:
Yeah, I tore my pants. [Laughing] I guess, I guess I'm really in trouble now, huh?

Nog:
You can walk in front of me, or beside me, but I won't turn my back on you again.

Elim Garak:
Cadet, there may be hope for you yet.

Keevan:
I assume you've brought along one of those famed Starfleet engineers who can turn rocks into replicators.

Dr. Julian Bashir:
(as he is preparing for surgery on Keevan, several Jem'Hadar soldiers gather around) I'm not going to hurt him.

Keevan:
They're not here to protect me. They've just never seen what the inside of a Vorta looks like.

Benjamin Sisko:
And when they've reached this point, we'll have them in a crossfire.

Paul Gordon:
They won't have a chance.

Elim Garak:
That is the point. In case you've forgotten, we're in a war.

Miles O'Brien:
There are rules, Garak, even in a war.

Elim Garak:
Correction. Humans have rules in war. Rules that tend to make victory a little harder to achieve, in my opinion.

Paul Gordon:
So we just shoot them down?

Lisa Neeley:
They wouldn't hesitate if the situation was reversed.

Nog:
But we're not the Jem'Hadar. It is our duty to—

Benjamin Sisko:
This isn't a vote. The decision's mine. And Mister Garak is right. We are at war. Given the choice between us or them, there is no choice. Let's move out.

Remata'Klan:
I have my orders.

Benjamin Sisko:
Keevan doesn't deserve the unwavering loyalty you're giving him.

Remata'Klan:
He does not have to earn my loyalty, Captain. He has had it from the moment I was conceived. I am a Jem'Hadar. He is a Vorta. It is the order of things.

Benjamin Sisko:
Do you really want to give up your life for the order of things?

Remata'Klan:
It is not my life to give up, Captain. And it never was.

Martok:
I tell you, Worf, war is much more fun when you are winning. Defeat makes my wounds ache.

Martok:
You see. They (the crew) have accepted him.

Worf:
They have accepted him (Alexander) as the ship's fool.

Alexander:
Do you ask this of every crew member?

Martok:
I do not need to ask them. I look into their eyes and I know they have answered the call of Kahless.

Alexander:
Well, so have I.

Martok:
Lie to yourself if you must, but not to me.

Benjamin Sisko:
We will fight, and we will keep on fighting, until we can't fight anymore!

Worf:
They are not interrogating you, Mr. Garak. They are debriefing. There is a difference.

Garak:
Not from where I'm sitting.

Benjamin Sisko:
There's an old saying—fortune favors the bold. Well, I guess we're about to find out.

(after a ship of the combined fleet reported the need to fall back for repairs)

Garak:
That's the eleventh ship to fall out of formation.

Dax:
How nice of you to keep track of it.

Bashir:
He can't help being negative. It's in his nature.

Garak:
On the contrary, Doctor. I always hope for the best. Experience, unfortunately, has taught me to always expect the worst.

Nog:
Can you believe it? They made me an ensign.

Miles O'Brien:
I didn't realize things were going so bad.

Nog:
Scary, isn't it?

Odo:
[calling out] Kira!

Kira Nerys:
I have nothing to say to you!

Odo:
Major, I know you're angry...

Kira Nerys:
Oh, you bet I'm angry. Do you have any idea what's going on?

Odo:
Yes... well, sort of. I've been... occupied.

Kira Nerys:
Dukat is bringing down the mine field, the Federation fleet is about to be overrun by Dominion reinforcements, and Weyoun has ordered Rom's execution and you have been occupied?

Odo:
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Kira Nerys:
Sorry? That's all you have to say? Well, let me tell you something. We are way, way past sorry.

[before the attack on the Dominion/Cardassian fleet]

Miles O'Brien:
"Cannon to the right of them, Cannon to the left of them, Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder'd..."

Julian Bashir:
"Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred."

Nog:
Whatever it is you're quoting, I wish you'd stop!

. . .

[later, as the Defiant enters the wormhole and confronts a massive Dominion fleet]

Garak:
Uh, Chief? How does that poem end?

O'Brien:
You don't want to know.

Damar:
[on Weyoun] I'd like to toss that smug little Vorta out the nearest airlock and his Founder with him.

Gul Dukat:
[laughs] Now, now, Damar. That's no way to talk about our valued allies. Not until this war is over, anyway.

Gul Dukat:
[to Weyoun] Have you ever been diagnosed as anhedonic?

Gul Dukat:
A true victory is to make your enemy see they were wrong to oppose you in the first place, to force them to acknowledge your greatness!

Weyoun:
Then you kill them?

Gul Dukat:
Only if it's necessary.

Prophets:
That (the Dominion reinforcements) is a corporeal matter. Corporeal matters do not concern us.

Benjamin Sisko:
The hell they don't. What about Bajor? You sent the Bajorans orbs and emissaries. You even encouraged them to create an entire RELIGION around you. So don't you tell me corporeal matters don't concern you. You even told me once that you are of Bajor. You don't want me to end my life? Well, fine, neither do I! You want to be gods, then be gods. Look, I need a miracle here. Bajor needs a miracle. Stop those ships!

Prophet Gul Dukat:
We are of Bajor.

Prophet Odo:
But what of the Emmissary?

Prophet Weyoun:
He is intrusive—

Prophet Odo:
Belligerent—

Prophet Damar:
Adversarial.

Prophet Gul Dukat:
He tries to control the game.

Prophet Jake Sisko:
A penance must be exacted.

Prophet Gul Dukat:
We agree.

Prophet Weyoun:
You are the Sisko.

Prophet Odo:
The Emissary is of Bajor, but he will find no rest there.

Prophet Kira:
His pagh will take another path.

Benjamin Sisko:
And what path would that be?

(Vision ends)

[Garak sees Ziyal lying dead in the infirmary.]

Kira Nerys:
She loved you.

Garak:
I could never figure out why. I guess I never will.

Benjamin Sisko:
I haven't met Worf's son yet. What's he like?

Martok:
Well, he's a fine boy—dedicated, eager. He has the heart of his father. But he's not the best soldier I've ever seen.

[cut to Alexander telling a story in Quark's]

Alexander Rozhenko:
—but when he ordered me to bring the system back on line, I thought he was still talking about the hydrostatic system, so—

Jadzia Dax:
You didn't engage the pumps while the check valves were open?

Worf:
He did.

Alexander:
I flooded the entire deck with superheated hydraulic fluid. It took me three days to clean up! But I swear, it still smells like burned dog hair in there.

Julian Bashir:
There's nothing more romantic than a wedding on DS9 in the springtime.

Miles O'Brien:
When the neutrinos are in bloom.

[just before Bashir and O'Brien sit down to a huge meal]

Benjamin Sisko:
What do you think you're doing?

Miles O'Brien:
The wedding's been called off.

Martok:
It's back on! Worf is apologizing to Jadzia at this very moment.

Benjamin Sisko:
Quark, take it all away! No food for those on the path to Kal'Hyah!

Quark:
No refunds for those on the path to Kal'Hyah, either. Sorry.

[Bashir and O'Brien, starving, thirsty, and hanging off a pole during Kal'Hyah (The Path of Clarity) before Worf's marriage]

Julian Bashir:
Miles?

Miles O'Brien:
Yeah?

Julian Bashir:
It works. I've had a vision about the future. I can see it so clearly.

Miles O'Brien:
What is it?

Julian Bashir:
I'm going to kill Worf. I'm going to kill Worf! That’s what I'm going to do. I see it so clearly!

Miles O'Brien:
Kill Worf.

Julian Bashir:
Yeah, kill Worf.

[They lapse into a mantra of "Kill Worf".]

Martok:
We are Klingons. We don't embrace other cultures; we conquer them.

Martok:
[to Worf, before his wedding] We are not accorded the luxury of choosing the women we fall in love with. Do you think Sirella is anything like the woman I thought I'd marry? She is a mercurial, arrogant, prideful woman who shares my bed far too infrequently for my taste. And yet... I love her deeply. We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle and our desire for honor and glory above all else, but how hollow is the sound of victory without someone to share it with. And honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home... and in his heart.

Quark:
I've been a bartender a long time. I've seen all sorts of customers—sad ones, happy ones, complicated ones.

Kira:
Uh-huh. And Bareil, where does he fit in?

Quark:
He's one of the tormented ones.

Jack:
There are rules! Don't talk with your mouth full. Don't open an airlock when someone's inside it. And don't lie about your genetic status.

[at the end of a crawlspace, Quark and Rom emerge into Sisko's office.]

Sisko:
May I help you gentlemen?

Rom:
[to Quark] I was following you.

Quark:
Must have taken a wrong turn.

Sisko:
[deadpan] It looks that way.

Brunt:
[laughing] A child. A moron. A failure. And a... psychopath. Quite a little "team" you've put together.

Quark:
Everyone, this is Keevan.

Rom:
Hi. I'm Rom. This is Nog. That's Brunt—

Quark:
Rom. He doesn't care.

Keevan:
Truer words have never been spoken. I'll advise you all to send final messages to your loved ones and make sure your wills are in order.

Rom:
Why?

Keevan:
Because the moment we leave the station, you'll have signed your death warrants. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap.

Yelgrun:
Your people have a reputation for cunning. I see that it's well-earned. Perhaps one day, the Ferengi will take their place as valued members of the Dominion.

Quark:
Anything's possible.

Yelgrun:
[trying to negotiate with Quark] And I thought the Breen were annoying.

Quark:
No one's hiding, no one's escaping, and no one's surrendering! What's the matter with you people? Have you forgotten the Battle of Prexnak?

Rom:
Who could forget the most important battle in Ferengi history?

Quark:
Ten Ferengi stood alone against two hundred and seventy-three Lytasians.

Gaila:
As I recall, all ten Ferengi were slaughtered.

Quark:
The point is, we Ferengi are just as tough as anybody in the galaxy. And this is our chance to prove it once and for all.

Leck:
Quark's right. Let's do it for Ishka. Let's do it for the Grand Nagus. Let's do it for Ferengis everywhere.

Brunt:
Let's do it for an equal share of fifty bars of gold-pressed latinum. That they can all agree on.

Gaila:
It always comes down to profit with you people, doesn't it?

Brunt:
We're Ferengi.

Quark:
And that's why I love you. Fifty bars it is. Minus my usual finder's fee.

[Gaila tries to shoot Quark but accidentally shoots Keevan.]

Keevan:
I hate Ferengi. [falls over dead]

Benjamin Sisko:
Now, let me get this straight: you're not responsible for what happened during the occupation, the Bajorans are, hmm?

Gul Dukat:
Yes! Yes, exactly!

Sisko:
So, why do you think they didn't appreciate this rare opportunity you were offering them, hmm?

Dukat:
Because they were blind, ignorant fools. If only they had cooperated with us, we could have turned their world into a paradise! From the moment we arrived on Bajor, it was clear that we were the superior race. But they couldn't accept that. They wanted to be treated as equals when they most certainly were not. Militarily, technologically, culturally, we were almost a century ahead of them in every way! We did not choose to be the superior race! Fate handed us our role! And it would've been so much easier on everyone if the Bajorans had simply accepted their role. But no. Day after day, they clustered in their temples and prayed for deliverance, and night after night, they planted bombs outside of our homes! Pride. Stubborn, unyielding pride. From the servant girl that cleaned my quarters, to the condemned man toiling in a labour camp, to the terrorist skulking through the hills of Dahkur Province. They all wore their pride like some twisted badge of honour.

Sisko:
And you hated them for it.

Dukat:
Of course I hated them! I hated everything about them! Their superstitions, and their cries for sympathy, their treachery and their lies! Their smug superiority and their stiff necked obstinacy! Their earrings and their broken wrinkled noses!

Sisko:
You should've killed them all, hmm?

Dukat:
Yes! Yes! That's right, isn't it? I knew it! I've always known it! I should have killed every last one of them! I should have turned their planet into a graveyard the likes of which the galaxy had never seen! I should have killed them all...

[Sisko clubs him over the head with a metal pole]

Sisko:
And that is why you're not an evil man.

[Quark's obtained a cache of what he thinks are bricks of gold-pressed latinum]

Quark:
It's mine, all mine! [he holds up two bricks to Odo] What you are about to hear is the most beautiful sound in the galaxy! [He knocks the two bricks together, but instead of a clinking sound, they crumble. To Quark's horror, when he checks other bricks, the same thing happens] No, that, that can't be! There's no latinum in these bricks!

Odo:
What?

Quark:
Someone's extracted all the latinum! There's nothing here but worthless gold!

Odo:
[unable to hide his amusement] And it's all yours. [he chuckles and walks away, while Quark frantically checks the bricks for any sign of latinum]

Quark:
No! Noooo! NOOOOO!

Quark/Herb:
Would someone please shoot me and put me out of my misery?

Bashir/Jules:
Oh, how I long for a gun.

[Benny is told to stay home during a photo shoot because he is African-American]

Douglas Pabst:
It's just a photo.

Benny Russell:
I'll try to remember that.

Benny Russell:
I am a human being. You can deny me all you want, but you cannot deny Ben Sisko. He exists.

...

You can pulp a story, but you cannot destroy an idea. Don’t you understand? That’s ancient knowledge. You cannot destroy an idea.

Benny Russell:
Tell me, please. Who am I?

The Preacher:
Don’t you know?

Benny Russell:
Tell me.

The Preacher:
You are the dreamer… and the dream.

Joseph Sisko:
The question is, what are you going to do?

Benjamin Sisko:
The only thing I can do. Stay here and finish the job I started. And if I fail—

Joseph:
“I have fought the good fight. I finished the course. I have kept the faith.”

...

Benjamin:
I have begun to wonder. What if it wasn’t a dream? What if this life we’re leading, all of this—you and me, everything—what if all of this is the illusion?

Joseph:
That’s a scary thought.

Benjamin:
I know. I know. But maybe, just maybe, Benny isn’t the dream. We are. Maybe we’re nothing more than figments of his imagination. For all we know, at this very moment, somewhere far beyond all those distant stars, Benny Russell is dreaming of us.

[O'Brien, Bashir and Dax are all 1 centimeter tall]

Miles O'Brien:
Are you telling me I'm going to be this bloody tall for the rest of my life?

Julian Bashir:
[indicating smaller] This bloody tall, actually.

Julian Bashir:
This conduit’s filthy, Chief. Don’t you ever clean up in here?

Jadzia Dax:
All right, all right. Let’s not badger the Chief.

Miles O’Brien:
Thank you!

Julian Bashir:
I’m sorry. It was very small of me.

Julian Bashir:
It’s amazing! It’s like we’re in the middle of an optronic forest!

Worf:
"This is the story of a little ship that took a little trip." What do you think?

Jadzia Dax:
[struggling] It’s, uh... well, it rhymes. [grabs the padd from him] There’s nothing on this padd!

[Worf gives a rare grin]

Odo:
Are you sure that you two returned to your original height?

Miles O'Brien:
Why do you ask?

Odo:
It's just that you both seem to be a couple of centimeters shorter. A Changeling notices these sort of things.

Quark:
Actually now that I think about it, you both do seem a little on the petite side.

Julian Bashir:
Infirmary.

[Both run to the infirmary]

Quark:
[to Odo] And they say you don't have a sense of humor.

[Quark and Odo chuckle]

Liam Bilby:
Let me ask you something—back home, wherever that is, you got a family?

Miles O'Brien:
Yeah.

Liam Bilby:
Good. After all, that's the most important thing.

Worf:
I have a sense of humor. On the Enterprise, I was considered to be quite amusing.

Jadzia Dax:
That must've been one dull ship.

Worf:
That is a joke. I get it. It is not funny, but I get it.

Lasaran:
A Klingon. Why did they have to send a Klingon?

Jadzia Dax:
I'm a Trill. Does that make you feel any better?

Lasaran:
Are you trying to be funny?

Jadzia Dax:
Not at all. [nods to Worf] He's the funny one.

Worf:
Your problem is that you can't accept change.

Jadzia Dax:
I can't accept change?

Worf:
That's right.

Jadzia Dax:
You've got to be kidding. I've changed bodies six times!

Odo:
Well, if you won't talk about it, perhaps you should consider doing something about it.

Luther Sloan:
Let's just say I belong to another branch of Starfleet Intelligence. Our official designation is Section 31.

Julian Bashir:
Never heard of it.

Luther Sloan:
We keep a low profile. Works out better that way for all concerned.

Julian Bashir:
And what does Section 31 do, apart from kidnapping Starfleet officers?

Luther Sloan:
We search out and identify potential dangers to the Federation.

Julian Bashir:
And once identified?

Luther Sloan:
We deal with them.

Julian Bashir:
How?

Luther Sloan:
Quietly.

Julian Bashir:
So if I had been a Dominion agent, what would have happened to me?

Luther Sloan:
We wouldn't be standing here having this conversation.

Julian Bashir:
[appalled] Starfleet sanctions what you're doing?

Luther Sloan:
We don't submit reports or ask approval for specific operations, if that's what you mean. We're an autonomous department.

Julian Bashir:
Authorized by whom?

Luther Sloan:
Section 31 was part of the original Starfleet charter.

Julian Bashir:
But that was 200 years ago. Are you telling me you've been working on your own, ever since? Without specific orders? Accountable to nobody but yourselves?

Luther Sloan:
You make it sound so ominous.

Julian Bashir:
Isn't it? Because if what you say to me is true, you function as judge, jury, and executioner, and I think that's too much power. For anyone.

Luther Sloan:
We're on the same team. We believe in the same principles that every other Federation citizen holds dear.

Julian Bashir:
And yet you violate those principles as a matter of course.

Luther Sloan:
In order to protect them.

Julian Bashir:
Well, I'm sorry. But the ends don't always justify the means.

Luther Sloan:
Really? [considers for a moment] How many lives do you suppose you've saved in your medical career?

Julian Bashir:
What has that got to do with anything?

Luther Sloan:
Hundreds? Thousands? Do you suppose those people give a damn that you lied to get into Starfleet Medical? I doubt it. We deal with threats to the Federation that jeopardize its very survival. If you knew how many lives we've saved, I think you'd agree that the ends do justify the means. Now, I'm not afraid of bending the rules every once in a while if the situation warrants it. And I don't think you are, either.

Quark:
Thank you, Captain. Thank you for restoring my faith in the 98th Rule of Acquisition: "Every man has his price."

Benjamin Sisko:
My father always used to say that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. I laid the first stone right there. I'd committed myself. I'd pay any price, go to any lengths, because my cause was righteous, my intentions were good.

Benjamin Sisko:
That was my first moment of real doubt, when I started to wonder if this whole thing was a mistake. So then I went back to my office. And there was a new casualty list, waiting for me. People are dying out there, every day! Entire worlds are struggling for their freedom, and here I am still worrying about the finer points of morality! No, I, I had to keep my eye on the ball, win the war, stopping the bloodshed—those were the priorities. So I pushed on, and every time another doubt appeared before me, I just found another way to shove it aside.

Benjamin Sisko:
Welcome aboard, Senator, I'm Captain Benjamin Sisko.

Vreenak:
So... you're the Commander of Deep Space Nine and the Emissary to the Prophets, decorated combat officer, widower, father, mentor, and oh yes, the man who started the war with the Dominion. Somehow, I thought you'd be taller.

Benjamin Sisko:
Sorry to disappoint you.

Vreenak:
To be honest, my opinion of Starfleet Officers is so low, you'd have to work very hard indeed to disappoint me.

Benjamin Sisko:
Who's watching Tolar?

Elim Garak:
I've locked him in his quarters. I've also left him with the distinct impression that if he attempts to force the door open, it may explode.

Benjamin Sisko:
I hope that's just an impression.

Elim Garak:
It's best not to dwell on such minutiae.

Elim Garak:
If you can let your anger subside for a moment, Captain, you will see that they did not die in vain! The Romulans will enter the war!

Benjamin Sisko:
There's no guarantee of that!

Elim Garak:
Oh, but I think there is. You see, when the Tal Shiar finishes examining the wreckage of Vreenak's shuttle, they'll find the burnt remnants of a Cardassian optolithic data rod that somehow miraculously survived the explosion. After painstaking forensic examination, they'll discover that the rod contains a recording of a high level Dominion meeting at which the invasion of Romulus was being planned.

Benjamin Sisko:
And then they will discover that it is a fraud!

Elim Garak:
No, but I don't think that they will! Because any imperfections in the forgery will thought to be as a result of the explosion! So, with a seemingly legitimate rod in one hand, and a dead Senator in the other, I ask you, Captain—what conclusions would you draw?

Benjamin Sisko:
[sighs] That Vreenak obtained the rod on Soukara, and that the Dominion killed him to prevent him from returning to Romulus with it.

Elim Garak:
Precisely. And the more they deny it, the more the Romulans will think that they are guilty because it is exactly what they would have done in their place. [pauses]That's why you came to me. Isn't it, Captain? Because you knew I could do those things that you weren't capable of doing. Well, it worked. And you'll get what you want—a war between the Romulans and the Dominion. And if your conscience is bothering you, you should soothe it with the knowledge that you may have just saved the entire Alpha Quadrant. And all it cost was the life of one Romulan Senator, one criminal, and the self-respect of one Starfleet officer. I don't know about you, but I'd call that a bargain.

Benjamin Sisko:
At 0800 hours, station time, the Romulan Empire formally declared war on the Dominion. They have already struck fifteen bases along the Cardassian border. So, this is a huge victory for the good guys! This may even be the turning point of the entire war. There is even a 'Welcome to the Fight' party tonight in the ward room. So... I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But the most damning thing of all is—I think I can live with it. And if I'd have to do it all over again, I would. Garak was right about one thing. A guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Alpha Quadrant, so I will learn to live with it... because I can live with it. [pauses] I can live with it. [pauses] Computer, erase that entire personal log.

Vreenak:
It's a fake!!

Kira Nerys:
I thought we could have dinner.

Odo:
And then what?

Kira Nerys:
I don't know; maybe we could go dancing!

Odo:
And then I suppose you'll want me to kiss you!

Kira Nerys:
It's possible!

Odo:
Well, then, who needs dinner? Why don't I just kiss you now and get it over with?!

Kira Nerys:
Well, why don't you?!

[He does]

Kira Nerys:
You're right—who needs dinner?

[She kisses him back]

Jake Sisko:
I don't even know who you are anymore.

Nog:
I'm the chief engineer of the starship Valiant.

Jake Sisko:
I'll have them put that on your tombstone.

Nog:
You gonna write a story about all this?

Jake Sisko:
Probably.

Nog:
What are you going to say?

Jake Sisko:
What do you think I should say?

Nog:
That it was a good ship, with a good crew, that made a mistake. We let ourselves blindly follow Captain Watters, and he led us over a cliff.

Dorian Collins:
That's not true. Captain Watters was a great man.

Nog:
Dorian, he got everyone killed.

Dorian Collins:
If he failed, it was because we failed him.

Nog:
[to Jake] Put that in your story too. Let people read it, decide for themselves.

[Nog gives her his Red Squad insignia]

Nog:
He may have been a hero. He may have even been a great man. But in the end, he was a bad captain.

Jadzia Dax:
By the way, what does "gung-gung-gung" mean?

Worf:
[suddenly intrigued] Why do you ask?

Jadzia Dax:
It was the strangest thing. When I was taking Yoshi home, he kept shaking his rattle and saying "gung-gung-gung."

Worf:
[brightening] He did?

Jadzia Dax:
He seemed to be getting a kick out of it. What does it mean?

Worf:
That is between Yoshi and me.

Jake Sisko:
Quark, listen. I'm working on a crime novel, but I've hit a wall in my writing. It's not truthful anymore—phony, artificial. I'm having trouble creating real, flesh-and-blood characters, especially nefarious ones. If you could just let me just watch and listen as you pull off whatever it is you're going to pull off, it could really help me out. You could give me insight. I could even model my lead character after you.

Quark:
Lesson number one: no one involved in an extralegal activity thinks of themselves as nefarious.

Jake Sisko:
Sorry.

Quark:
I'm a businessman, okay? Now, if you're interested in learning more about my business, I think that could be arranged.

Quark:
I should have remembered the 285th Rule of Acquisition: “No good deed ever goes unpunished.”

[Jadzia and Worf have just announced that they are trying to have a baby.]

Jadzia Dax:
Well, you two are awfully quiet.

Julian Bashir:
Uh, look, um, I don't want to dampen your spirits, Jadzia, but I told you before you were married that, from a medical point-of-view, it wouldn't be easy for a Trill and a Klingon to have a child.

Quark:
And I'm worried the kid'll end up looking like his father.

Jadzia:
[offended] Well, I hope she does. [makes a face and walks off in a huff]

Bashir:
A baby.

Quark:
It's bad enough she married that Klingon psychopath.

Bashir:
A baby. Do you have any idea what that means?

Quark:
That their marriage is gonna last. A lot longer than we thought.

[Odo and Kira have just patched up their first argument as a couple.]

Odo:
You know, Nerys, observing humanoid relationships and being in one... are very different things.

Kira Nerys:
Like night and day.

Weyoun:
Pagh-Wraiths and Prophets? All this talk of gods strikes me as nothing more than superstitious nonsense.

Damar:
You believe that the Founders are gods, don't you?

Weyoun:
That's different.

Damar:
[laughs] In what way?

Weyoun:
The Founders are gods.

Gul Dukat:
[gently speaking to an unconscious Jadzia] I know this is small comfort, but I never intended you any harm.

Jadzia:
[weakly] I'm... I'm sorry.

Worf:
Save your strength.

Jadzia:
Our baby... would've been so beautiful.

[Jadzia dies. Worf howls in rage and to warn the afterlife that a Klingon warrior has arrived.]

* Jadzia Dax's final words in the series.