Tendi, that’s cantaloupe talk. I want you to be a canaloupe. Remember your training, and you’ll do great.
You belong in Starfleet about as much as I belong in a verbal contract.
“You want the Homewrecker Special?”
“Well, you don’t need to throw up in my mouth twice.”
Move!
We can confirm there’s no injuries; just a daily mundane
A headache, a splinter, a left ankle sprain
It’s happening again
Why are we singing?
Apologies; the most confounding thing, we appear to be singing
Most unusual; so peculiar
Well, I did do a church play when I was a lass…
She may have flaws, but she has teeth.
Tell fear you refuse.
I am Quark, son of Keldar. And I have come to answer the challenge of D’Ghor, son of… whatever.
Answer that one!
A dissatisfied customer?
Have you repaired yours, Captain?
You’re *aboard* the starship, my foolish old friend.
Commander, tell me about your sexual organs.
Since they’re both part of me, and I really like who I am, there’s no reason for me to resent either one.
“The Klingon Empire will never yield!”
“Why do you resist? We only wish to raise quality of life, for all species.”
“I like my ‘species’ the way it is.”
“A narrow vision. You will become one with the Borg. You will all become one with the Borg.”
He needs a woman with body and brains.
There’re five distinct species of Xindi - and five distinct opinions on which one is dominant.
But their planet’s dead. Does it matter now which one’s right?
Scanners have found a match.