It’s a priority one distress call.
I’m still captain. And as captain, I want two things done. First, I want you to find Cyrano Jones. And second - close that door!
We are walking paradoxes.
The first Klingon to step aboard this ship will be the last Klingon.
The wheat!
QUARK: Better luck next time.
SISKO: You better hope there isn’t a next time, mister. I have cut you a lot of slack in the past. I even looked away 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!
We are not here to relax.
“Mr. Worf, I order you to relax.”
“I am relaxed!”
I am your nemesis. I am your nightmare.
“You took pity on those children. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“NO! I WAS A FOOL! I should have completed my investigation and turned them over to the troops for execution, but because I was chilly and my stomach was growling, I failed in my duty and sacrificed everything I had worked for!”
Shut it down.
There’s more to these humans than you can learn from a set of biometric scans.
Quark, you should tell your friend that even attempting to obtain biomemetic gel is a felony under Federation law.
I have learned to see the problem before me clearly.
We have a long climb ahead of us.
I should have transferred to a cargo drone. No people, no complaints.
It’s green.
JADZIA: “I can’t believe you did that!”
KIRA: “Well, he didn’t give me any other choice!”
BASHIR: “Wait a minute. What’d she do?”
JADZIA: “She knocked out Lancelot!”
KIRA: “He kissed me!”
JADZIA: “He’s supposed to kiss you!”
KIRA: “But I was playing a married woman!”
You’re handsome.
Commander, tell me about your sexual organs.