Mirasta: “How did you know about me?”
Picard: “We learn as much as possible about a planet before we make first contact.”
Troi: “One of the things we monitor are your broadcast signals, your journalism, your music, your humor. Try to better understand you as a people.”
Mirasta: “I hate to think how you would judge us based on our popular music and entertainment.”
Beckett Mariner: “Love you, Mom.”
Carol Freeman: “Love you, too. Never disobey me again!”
Beckett Mariner (being escorted to the Brig): “I do what I want!”
Duras: “This is not your world, human. You do not command here.”
Picard: “I’ve not come here to command.”
Duras: “Then you must be ready to fight. Something Starfleet does not teach you.”
Picard: “You may test that assumption at your convenience.”
We’re tired, sore, hurt… and angry, but we’re also just about there.
I hate pears again! They’re so mealy and bland. Bleep pears!
“I don’t know if you can understand. I see her like this. Every time I close my eyes, in the darkness, in the blink of an eye, I see her… like this!”
“None of your past experiences prepared you for this consequence.”
“And I have never figured out how to live without her.”
“So you choose to exist here.”
[nods]
“It is not linear.”
“No. It’s not linear.”
Anomalies by definition are strange.
Riker: “Red Alert! I’m starting to think this jam session’s got too many licks and not enough comp!”
Boimler: “What does that even mean?!?”
Gumbo!
“Keevan hasn’t earned the unwavering loyalty you’re giving him.”
"He does not have to earn my loyalty, captain. He has had it since the moment I was conceived. I am a Jem’Hadar. He is a Vorta! It is the order of things!"
“Do you really want to give up your life for ‘the order of things?’”
“It is not my life to give up, captain. And it never was.”
[…]
“What did he say?”
“All the wrong things.”
But you learned who your true friends are, the ones willing to go along with you no matter how foolish it seems. Never take that for granted. I wish I could tell you it’ll stop hurting, but I don’t know that yet.
I will feed him.
It’s almost a desert planet. Not one river, not one ocean.
Let me help.
Thank you for my life.
Who else would they send to greet me but the Captain?
You’re out of uniform, major. Bajorans could use a lesson in respect.
It is green.
Precisely.
KIRA: What’s wrong?
GARAK: One of our listening posts picked up a message. The Dominion has succeeded in locating Damar’s family.
DAMAR: They’re dead. They weren’t a part of this rebellion. The Dominion knew that, the Founder knew that. Weyoun knew that. To kill her and my son. The casual brutality of it. A waste of life. What kind of state tolerates the murder of innocent women and children? What kind of people give those orders?
KIRA: Yeah, Damar, what kind of people give those orders?
(Damar steps forward, then leaves.)
KIRA: Oh, that was stupid.
GARAK: Not at all. Damar has a certain romanticism about the past. He could use a dose of cold water.
KIRA: I could have picked a better time.
GARAK: If he’s the man to lead a new Cardassia, if he’s the man we hope him to be, then the pain of this news made him more receptive to what you said, not less.