Odo: So, what do you think of the O'Brien's plan to name their baby Sean?
Sisko: Well, I kind of like it. Sean. Has a nice ring to it.
Odo: Except that in Bajoran, Sean means swamp.
Sisko: Do the O'Briens know that?
Odo: I doubt it.
Sisko: Someone should tell them.
Odo: I nominate you.
Dax: Morning.
Odo: Neck bothering you again?
Dax: It's just a muscle pull.
Sisko: What is that, the eighth muscle pull this month?
Odo: Actually, I believe Commander Dax has been treated for seven muscle pulls, two contusions, and three cracked ribs. The only person who's spent more time in the Infirmary in the past few weeks is Commander Worf.
Sisko: Isn't there any way the two of you could, er, you know
Dax: Make love?
Sisko: Without injuring yourselves?
Dax: Interspecies romance isn't without it's danger. That's part of the fun. Maybe we'll have better luck on Risa.
Sisko: Risa? I thought you and Worf were taking your vacation on Earth.
Dax: That was his suggestion. I changed his mind.
Odo: From what I hear, Risa makes the Hoobishan Baths look like a monastery.
Sisko: I hope they have a good hospital. I can't believe you actually convinced Worf to go to a pleasure planet. He must really be loosening up.
Odo: I hadn't noticed it.
Sisko: Come to think of it, neither have I.
Dax: Oh, no, he's still the same old Worf.
Worf: Prune juice, extra large.
Dax: See what I mean? Worf.
Worf: Captain, Constable, Commander.
Sisko: Dax said you were going to Risa.
Worf: Did she?
Dax: It's no secret.
Worf: Apparently not.
Odo: You must be looking forward to it.
Worf: I am looking forward to spending some time alone with Lieutenant Commander Dax.
Dax: Isn't he sweet?
Worf: We have much to discuss.
Sisko: About what?
Worf: It is a private matter.
Dax: Worf's upset because I had lunch with Captain Boday.
Odo: The Gallamite?
Worf: His skull is transparent.
Dax: And if you couldn't see his brains, would it make you feel any better?
Worf: It is not proper for you to have lunch with an ex-lover while we are together.
Dax: We were just talking. You have to learn to trust me a little more.
Worf: I do trust you. I do not trust Captain Boday.
Odo: Well, I can see it's going to be quite a trip.
Sisko: The two of you have to tell us all about it when you get back.
Worf: I am sure she will.
Worf: I do not see why you feel the need to talk about our personal lives to other people.
Dax: And I don't see why you feel the need to control my every move. And they're not other people. Benjamin and Odo are my friends.
Bashir: Jadzia.
Dax: Hey.
Bashir: Worf. We've been looking for you. I've been thinking about this trip you're taking to Risa.
Dax: He's a friend too.
Leeta: Julian and I were talking it over and we'd like to come along, if that's all right.
Dax: Actually, we were hoping to spend some time alone together.
Bashir: Oh, you'll have it.
Leeta: Oh, once we get to Risa, you won't even see us.
Dax: There's no harm in sharing a runabout.
Worf: I suppose not.
Leeta: Oh, thank you so much. I'm going to go pack.
Bashir: Commander.
Worf: Do not hug me.
Bashir: I promise we will keep out of your hair.
Worf: Good. Because we have much to discuss.
Sisko: I really wish I was going with you. Dax and I had some great times on Risa. Curzon Dax.
Worf: Curzon. Of course.
Sisko: Have fun.
Quark: It's about time you got here. The rest of us were ready to leave an hour ago.
Worf: What is he doing here?
Quark: I've always wanted to go to Risa and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
Leeta: He wouldn't give me any time off unless we promised to take him with us.
Bashir: I hope this isn't going to be a problem.
Quark: Why should it be a problem? We're going to have a wonderful time. Now, if you don't mind, Risa awaits.
Leeta: Sorry.
Worf: Jadzia.
Dax: I know, I know. We have much to discuss.
Leeta: Let's see. That's a Tarkalean tea for you, a raktajino for you, and an extra large prune juice.
Dax: Leeta, you're on vacation, not at Quark's. You don't have to serve us.
Leeta: Oh, it gives me something to do. Space travel's so dull. Have you ever noticed how all the stars look the same?
Quark: Excuse me, but I believe I ordered a snail juice, hand-squeezed.
Leeta: Get it yourself. I'm on vacation.
Quark: How much longer until we get there?
Dax: Another six hours.
Quark: Six hours.
Worf: Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin.
Quark: You call that a cabin? It's a cot and a waste disposal unit. It's so small even I can't stand up in there. Look. I'm developing a slouch.
Worf: Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin now.
Dax: Quark.
Quark: What's he going to do? Turn around and take me home? Ruin everyone's vacation?
Worf: Coming about. Setting course for Deep Space Nine.
Quark: Okay, okay, you made your point. I'm going. But first, I have a little present for everyone.
Quark: One for you, and one for you, and one for you. And none for you.
Leeta: What's this?
Bashir: It's a horga'hn. A Risian fertility symbol.
Quark: Displaying one to the locals indicates you're seeking jamaharon.
Leeta: What's jamaharon?
Bashir: I'll show you later.
Leeta: Oh. Look, they like each other.
Quark: I think I'm going to be sick. All right, I'm going.
Dax: Me too.
Worf: Going? Where?
Dax: I'm going to change into something more comfortable. You don't think I'm going to beam down to Risa dressed like this, do you?
Leeta: That's a good idea.
Bashir: When in Rome.
Leeta: Oh! I can't believe we finally made it.
Bashir: Well, enjoy your vacation.
Leeta: We will.
Quark: Time to test these babies out. Ladies.
Risian 1: You seek jamaharon?
Quark: I seek whatever you've got.
Risian 2: All that is ours is yours.
Quark: I'll take it.
Dax: Aren't you uncomfortable in that uniform?
Worf: Starfleet uniforms are designed for comfort in even the most extreme environments.
Dax: Well, you look out of place. I mean, look around you. Isn't it beautiful?
Worf: It's an artificially created paradise, maintained by the most elaborate weather control system in the Federation. In it's natural state, Risa is nothing more than a rain soaked, geologically unstable jungle.
Dax: Maybe so, but the only dark cloud I see around here is you.
Worf: I did not come here to admire the scenery.
Dax: If you say so. I guess we should just go home.
Worf: Well maybe. I would not be so hasty.
Dax: I take it the scenery has improved?
Worf: A few months ago, when I was commanding the Defiant on a scouting mission in the Gamma Quadrant, we encountered a protostar cluster, a swirling mass of color set against a background of glowing clouds and burning sky. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, until now.
Dax: I've got to take you on vacation more often.
Arandis: Dax? Is that you?
Dax: Arandis. I was wondering if you were still here.
Arandis: Not only am I still here, I have been promoted. I'm Chief Facilitator for the entire Temtibi Lagoon.
Dax: Worf, this is Arandis.
Worf: A friend of Curzon's.
Dax: She and Curzon spent a lot of time together on his last trip here.
Arandis: We had a wonderful time together, until I killed him.
Worf: Killed him?
Arandis: Death by jamaharon. I suppose there are worse ways to go.
Dax: Trust me, he died happy.
Arandis: He was such a sweet old man.
Worf: I will take your word for it.
Arandis: It's so good to see you again, Dax. Your new host is very attractive.
Dax: Thank you. I'd like to think so. You haven't aged a day.
Arandis: Risa's been very kind to me. Come, let me show you around.
Worf: Maybe later.
Arandis: Of course. All that is ours is yours.
Worf: Thank you. But we have everything we need.
Dax: That wasn't very nice.
Worf: Why? Is there something of hers you want?
Dax: Arandis was Curzon's lover, not mine.
Worf: I hope you remember that.
Dax: You're still angry about Captain Boday.
Worf: If I am angry, it is because you do not take our relationship seriously.
Dax: Worf, we just got here. Do we have to start arguing again?
Worf: If you were a Klingon woman, we would already be married.
Dax: In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a Klingon woman.
Worf: That's no excuse. I have been loyal to you, and I expect you to be loyal to me in return.
Dax: I have been loyal to you, but I'm not going to let you run my life.
Worf: I'm not trying to run your life.
Dax: Then I'm going to go have a big glass of icoberry juice.
Worf: That is a mistake. You are allergic to icoberry juice. It makes your spots itch.
Dax: But I like the taste.
Worf: Fine. Have as much icoberry juice as you like. But it is still a mistake.
Dax: But it is my mistake to make. Now why don't you go up to our room and put on your bathing suit so we can swim in the lagoon.
Worf: As you wish.
Worf: Enter.
Fullerton: I hope I'm not disturbing you, Lieutenant Commander. My name is Pascal Fullerton. I'm the Chairman of the New Essentialists Movement.
Worf: I'm not familiar with that organization.
Fullerton: We're dedicated to restoring the moral and cultural traditions of the Federation. This is a statement of our principles. But if you'd like to hear more, we're holding a rally later this afternoon.
Worf: On Risa?
Fullerton: What better place? This world revels in the kind of self-indulgence that's eroding the foundations of Federation society. We intend to shut it down.
Dax: I really wish you'd stop reading that.
Worf: I would not dismiss Fullerton so quickly. His analysis of recent Federation history is both insightful and disturbing.
Dax: What's really disturbing is that you're still wearing your uniform.
Worf: It would not hurt you to read this.
Leeta: Mmm. The truth is, not everyone can be a dabo girl. First of all, you have to be able to wear the clothes, and believe me, that's not easy. You have to be able to calculate odds in your head very quickly, and most importantly, you need a very supple wrist. Like this. Dabo.
Dax: Worf, people have been predicting the end of the Federation since the day it was founded. Trust me, I know.
Leeta: Oh, hi.
Dax: Leeta, what a surprise.
Leeta: Care to join us? We were just about to take a reyamilk soak.
Dax: Maybe later. Worf. Worf!
Worf: That was not Doctor Bashir.
Dax: It's none of our business.
Worf: Are you defending her actions?
Dax: I am not defending anything, but it's not my business or yours. Now what do you say we go sign out a couple of floaters and take in the sights.
Worf: I cannot. The Essentialists are having a rally and I plan to attend.
Dax: You're kidding. You're not kidding.
Dax: Don't these people have anything better to do?
Worf: Perhaps you underestimate the power of Fullerton's message.
Dax: The plot thickens.
Dax: And you were worried about Julian.
Worf: Why are he and Leeta not together?
Dax: I don't know, but don't jump to conclusions. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.
Worf: This place is a bad influence on people.
Arandis: Here for the show?
Worf: I would not call it a show.
Arandis: Really? I find Mister Fullerton very entertaining.
Dax: He seems pretty determined to diskourage people from coming here.
Arandis: Risa receives millions of visitors every year. And all of them leave happier than when they've arrived. I don't see how one man, no matter how determined, can change that.
Worf: Kahless fought off an entire army at Three Turn Bridge, and he was only one man.
Arandis: Fullerton and his Essentialists have been here for about a month. And no matter how many speeches he gives, the water's still warm and the wind still smells sweet. But if he's enjoying himself, who are we to diskourage him?
Fullerton: That's right. Take a good look. I can only imagine what you must think of me. A middle-aged ponderous academic, sweating under the hot Risian suns, wasting his time telling you things you don't want to hear. But you know what I see when I look at you? Children. Pampered, spoiled children. For some reason the citizens of the Federation have come to believe that they are entitled to lives of ease and privilege.
Bashir: I may be wrong, but didn't he just insult us?
Fullerton: If you want something to eat, you get it from a replicator. If you want amusement, you go to a holosuite. And if you need protection, you call for Starfleet. But someday, someday soon, you're going to have to learn to take care of yourselves. Because if I see you as helpless children, then how do you think the Borg see you? Or the Romulans, or the Klingons or the Dominion? These empires look at the Federation and they see a prize, a prize that we have forgotten how to protect. And if we don't change our ways, they're going to take it from us.
Arandis: Mister Fullerton has quite a flair for the dramatic.
Bashir: Does he really believe that?
Dax: I think he does.
Fullerton: The way I see it, we've got two options. We can either turn our backs on childish things and re-embrace the hard work that built the Federation in the first place, or we can lie here napping in the sun, until we wake up with Jem'Hadar guns to our heads. The choice is ours. Heaven help us if we make the wrong one.
Bashir: What are you talking about? Come on, Worf. This sounds like nonsense.
Worf: I am merely observing that the Klingons never would have attacked if had they not believed the Federation vulnerable. Even now, since the changeling was diskovered on the Klingon High Council, most of my people continue to call for war because they think they can win.
Bashir: None of this has anything to do with Risa.
Worf: You cannot be certain of that.
Dax: All I know is I've spent lifetimes defending the Federation, and I deserve a vacation every now and then.
Leeta: Julian? Oh, there you are. I am so glad we came here. I'm having the most wonderful time.
Bashir: I told you this was just what we needed. Something wrong?
Dax: It's nothing.
Worf: The two of you dishonor each other with your actions.
Leeta: Do you know what he's talking about?
Bashir: You mean, we didn't tell you why we came here? We're conducting the Rite of Separation.
Leeta: It's an old Bajoran custom. When a couple separates, they spend several days celebrating their parting. It's a way to remember all the good times, and to seek out new opportunities.
Bashir: A very wise and ancient culture.
Leeta: You know, Julian, I don't think I've completely gotten you out of my system yet.
Bashir: I know exactly what you mean. Excuse us. We have a few details to work out.
Worf: Terminating a relationship should not be taken so frivolously.
Dax: Not every relationship has to end like a Klingon opera.
Worf: Oh, no. no. Just the ones that are important.
Bolian: Stay where you are.
Dax: On three. One, two
Worf: Wait.
Fullerton: That's enough. Well, I hope we've proved our point.
Dax: The power cells are empty.
Fullerton: We have no intention of harming anyone.
Dax: I don't understand.
Fullerton: You think you're safe here in this paradise of yours, but you're not. What if we had been Jem'Hadar or Klingons or Romulans. You'd be dead now. Even you Starfleet officers were lulled into a false sense of security. If you could be taken unaware, what chance do the rest of us have? The sad truth is the galaxy is a hostile place. Forget that, even for a moment, and you risk losing everything. Just something for you to think about while you wait for your desserts.
Bolian: Demonstration's over. Move along, move along.
Dax: As a Starfleet Officer, I have the authority to arrest you for what you just did.
Fullerton: But that would be a waste of time. We both know the Risians won't prosecute. They don't have the courage for it. Believe me, I wish they did. Commander Worf, what did you think of our little demonstration?
Worf: I cannot condone what you have done.
Fullerton: Maybe not, but I do think you understand it.
Dax: I don't know about you, but it's past my bedtime.
Worf: We need to talk.
Dax: About the Essentialists?
Worf: No. About us.
Dax: Oh, I suppose you have another list of things I'm doing wrong.
Worf: I did not say you were doing anything wrong. It's just that some of your behavior
Dax: What about my behavior?
Worf: At times, you are too impulsive. You act without thinking. You have no self-control.
Dax: And you think I need you to control me?
Worf: Jadzia, you are my par'Machkai. And that means everything you do reflects on me.
Dax: I'm sorry if I embarrass you.
Worf: I just need to know that you take this relationship as seriously as I do.
Dax: And I just wish you'd relax a little and let yourself enjoy what we have together. Worf, I'm not going to change who I am.
Worf: Nor am I.
Dax: Well, at least we agree on something. Why don't we go to bed?
Worf: You go. I will be there shortly.
Dax: This place looks a lot better than it did last night. I guess Risians aren't as lethargic as the Essentialists would like everyone to believe.
Arandis: The Essentialists are wrong about many things. What that Mister Fullerton could use is a little jamaharon. No, a lot of jamaharon.
Dax: I'd buy him a horga'hn myself if I thought held take it.
Arandis: It looks like he's not the only one that could use some cheering up.
Dax: I've had better vacations.
Arandis: Better than Risa?
Dax: I've never known a Klingon who had a tougher time enjoying himself.
Arandis: That's no reason for you not to have a good time. Risa is famous for its diversions.
Dax: I wish it was that simple.
Arandis: It was for Curzon Dax. And I can tell there's more than a little Curzon in you.
Dax: He loved this planet.
Arandis: And Risa loved him.
Dax: Why don't I help you clean up?
Arandis: All that is ours is yours.
Leeta: Our paths have grown apart.
Bashir: What was one is now two.
Leeta: The time of sharing is over. May the Prophets guide you toward the path of happiness.
Bashir: And may they walk with you always.
Quark: That's it?
Leeta: That's it.
Bashir: What were you expecting?
Quark: I was expecting fireworks. Where's the anger, the vicious name-calling, the irrational accusations? I never would have agreed to be a witness if I knew you were going to be so civil. It's disgusting.
Bashir: Personally, I think it was admirable. No incriminations, no hurt feelings. I don't think I've ever felt this good about the end of a relationship.
Leeta: Oh, I agree. Now I can finally be honest about my feelings.
Bashir: What does that mean?
Leeta: It's just in the past few months I've been thinking a lot about another man.
Quark: Let me get this straight. While you were still dating Julian here, you were having fantasies about someone else?
Leeta: I'd rather not discuss it now.
Bashir: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You brought it up. You might as well tell me who it is.
Quark: Yes, do tell.
Leeta: It's
Quark: Me?
Leeta: Your brother, Rom.
Quark: My brother Rom?
Bashir: His brother Rom?
Leeta: He's so cute. And very sexy.
Bashir: Cute?
Quark: Sexy? BASHIR +
Quark: Rom?
Quark: Here. You need this more than I do.
Arandis: You just close your eyes and let all the tension drain away. Doesn't the clay feel good?
Dax: Wonderful.
Arandis: Now pour your emotions into it. Begin to mold it. Feel the texture in your hands.
Dax: I do. I feel it. I really do.
Arandis: I knew you'd get it.
Worf: Dax.
Dax: Worf?
Dax: Worf!
Fullerton: I'm tired of giving speeches. It's time we took action.
Bolian: We've taken action, the raid on the Solarium.
Fullerton: It'll be forgotten by tomorrow.
Fullerton: Mister Worf?
Worf: You want to make people leave Risa. I think I know a way.
Bashir: I probably would've reacted the same way Worf did. I know Arandis is Curzon's lover, not yours, but if I'd walked in on the two of you together? Well, trying to figure you out at any given time isn't easy.
Quark: I like that about her.
Bashir: So do I. It's the reason why I chased after her so long.
Dax: Would you two please stop talking about me like I'm not here.
Bashir: It's also why I stopped chasing after her. You're too much work.
Dax: Worf is the one who's too much work.
Quark: What you need is a Ferengi.
Dax: Maybe, but what I want is Worf.
Bashir: Why?
Dax: Because he has the courage of a berserker cat and he has the heart of a poet.
Quark: And the brain of a pigheaded idiot.
Dax: Yeah, sometimes.
Arandis: Jadzia.
Dax: Any luck?
Arandis: I'm afraid not. None of the staff can find him, but I'm sure he'll turn up.
Quark: Well, no sense waiting around here for him. I say we take some floaters up into the hills and go skinny dipping in the hot springs.
Bashir: I never thought I'd say this, but I'm with Quark.
Dax: What was that?
Quark: Great. Just what we needed.
Dax: I thought it wasn't supposed to rain in this part of Risa.
Arandis: It's not. Something must be wrong with the weather grid.
Arandis: May I have your attention please. Obviously the weather grid is experiencing some type of malfunction, but I'm sure we'll be able to repair it soon.
Fullerton: No, you won't.
Dax: You're responsible for this.
Fullerton: I authorized it, but it was not my idea.
Worf: It was mine.
Bashir: Are you serious?
Dax: He's serious. Worf, what did you do? Build an uplink so you could take control of the weather grid?
Worf: The grid has been deactivated. It will take three or four days to restore the system to normal operation. During that time, the inhabitants of Risa and their guests will experience the planet's natural weather cycle.
Arandis: And for most of Risa that means rain, and plenty of it.
Quark: But why are you doing this?
Fullerton: Because Risa is an illusion created by weather control systems, industrial replicators, seismic regulators. If the Federation is going to survive, we're going to have to stop wasting our time with toys and get back to the essentials.
Arandis: I'm beginning to think there's no hope for that man. Or for you either, Mister Worf.
Bashir: Commander, with all due respect, are you out of your mind?
Worf: I think you will find me quite rational.
Quark: As rational as Klingons get, anyway.
Dax: Worf, this is wrong.
Worf: I disagree. If Federation citizens cannot handle a little bad weather, how will they handle a Dominion invasion?
Quark: I have seen drier days on Ferenginar, and we have a hundred and seventy eight different words for rain. Right now it's glebbening out there. And that's bad.
Dax: If you're so miserable, why don't you take your horga'hn and go find some company.
Quark: Have you taken a good look at the Risians lately? They're even more depressed than the guests.
Arandis: I'm trying to organize a game of hoverball. Would either of you like to join us?
Quark: In the rain?
Arandis: No, on one of the indoor courts.
Quark: Indoor hoverball. That's just wrong.
Dax: I'll play.
Arandis: Good, that makes one.
Dax: Having trouble keeping the guests happy?
Arandis: I've never heard so much complaining in my life.
Quark: Nobody came here to sit around in the rain.
Arandis: It's not just the weather. People are starting to complain about everything. The rooms, the entertainment, the food.
Dax: What's wrong with the food?
Arandis: Nothing, as far as I can tell. But the guests say it just doesn't taste right.
Quark: It's the humidity. It dampens the food, makes everything mushy. Trust me. There's no word for crisp on Ferenginar.
Arandis: Maybe Mister Fullerton is right. Maybe we have forgotten how to deal with adversity.
Bolian: According to our figures, the guest population has declined by thirty percent in the last three days. WORF And you can be sure the guests that have stayed are taking what you have to say seriously.
Fullerton: It's a start.
Worf: One that you can build on.
Fullerton: You're leaving?
Worf: I have had my fill of Risa.
Fullerton: Mister Worf, you've been an inspiration to us all.
Worf: Good luck.
Fullerton: Thank you.
Fullerton: You still have the uplink to the weather control grid?
Bolian: Right here.
Fullerton: By tomorrow, the weather grid will be restored to normal and no one here will remember this ever happened. But I intend to send a message they won't forget.
Dax: You must be feeling pretty good right now. The weather's terrible, the guests are miserable, and more and more people are leaving Risa every day.
Worf: Their response only proves my point.
Dax: Oh, I see. Ruin the vacations of a few hundred thousand people to bolster the moral fiber of the Federation.
Worf: I do not expect you to understand.
Dax: I understand even better than you do. What you did had nothing to do with Risa, or the Essentialists, or even the Federation. It's about you and me.
Worf: You give yourself far too much credit.
Dax: Do I? You think I'm irresponsible, frivolous. That I care more about pleasure than I do commitment. What do you think is going on between me and Arandis?
Worf: You know what I think.
Dax: That's right, I do. And you know what? You're wrong. Did it occur to you to ask me about it? Or trust, just a little?
Worf: A Klingon woman would not have given me grounds for suspicion.
Dax: And how would you know? Curzon spent more time with Klingons than you ever did.
Worf: You may have lived among my people, but you are not a Klingon. I am.
Dax: Maybe so, but you're not like any other Klingon I've ever met. What happened to you, Worf? You're a paragon of Klingon honor and diskipline, but when it comes to the Klingon passion for life, the exuberance, the enjoyment of the moment, you are constantly holding yourself back. Why?
Worf: That's not the issue here.
Dax: I think it is.
Worf: I do not wish to lose you, Jadzia.
Dax: Then talk to me, please.
Worf: You know from the age of seven I was raised by humans on the farmworld of Gault? It was a sparsely populated world, no more than twenty thousand inhabitants. It often seemed as though everyone knew everyone else. But one thing was for certain, everyone knew me. I was the Klingon child, the uncontrollable one. I was the biggest, the strongest, most fearless child on the entire planet. I fought hard, played hard, I did as I pleased.
Dax: What changed?
Worf: When I was thirteen, I was captain of my school soccer team. We had made the championships, and I was determined to win. Near the end of the second half, with the score tied, my team got a corner kick. The ball sailed up high. Both I and one of my opponents, a human boy named Mikel, leaped up to head the ball. He had position, but I was determined to score. I remember laughing with excitement as I threw myself at him.
Dax: Go on.
Worf: The next thing I knew, the ball was sailing into their goal. I roared with triumph and turned around to Mikel to gloat, only to find him lying on the grass bleeding. Our heads had collided when we both went up for the ball. I had not feel the impact, but I had broken his neck, and he died the next day.
Dax: It was an accident.
Worf: Which only makes it worse. Compared to Klingons, humans are fragile creatures. I realized at that moment to live among them I must practice restraint.
Dax: That must have been difficult for you.
Worf: At first. In time it became part of who I was, who I am.
Dax: And you're still afraid that if you lose control
Worf: Someone I care about might get hurt.
Dax: That explains a lot. But you have to realize there are some things in life you can't control, and one of them is me. But what you can do is trust me. I care about you, Worf, and I would never do anything to hurt you.
Worf: Nor would I do anything to hurt you.
Dax: Who knows, I might have more self-control than you give me credit for.
Dax: That felt like an earthquake. So did that.
Worf: The Essentialists.
Fullerton: You should see them all run. I think they've finally realized that the party's over. Increase the feedback in the tectonic stress regulators.
Bolian: If I do, there won't be a building left standing on this part of Risa.
Bolian: It might be a good idea to head to the spaceport. Or at least get out of this room.
Fullerton: Very well. I think our work is done here.
Worf: The uplink. Give it to me.
Fullerton: Mister Worf, I suggest you all get off this planet as soon as possible. I have no wish to see you or your friends harmed.
Dax: Give us the uplink or the only person who will be harmed is you.
Fullerton: I thought you were one of us.
Worf: Perhaps I was for a time. But I believe the Federation will survive the Dominion, the Borg and people like you.
Fullerton: Mister Worf, if you walk out of here now, you'll be turning your back on the Federation. Don't you see? Over-indulgence, lack of self-control, they'll destroy everything we hold dear, and you will be responsible.
Worf: You say that we have to return to traditional Federation values. Well, I agree, but one of those values is trust. It is essential that we remember that.
Fullerton: Don't you walk away from me.
Worf: I will do as I please.
Bolian: Are you all right?
Fullerton: Yes, yes.
Worf: I am on vacation.
Quark: Figures. The weather improves the day we leave.
Leeta: I can't wait to get home. Not that I didn't enjoy myself.
Quark: I'd better go find Bashir. He brought a horga'hn down to breakfast and that's the last I saw of him.
Arandis: I hope the two of you enjoyed Risa and will come again.
Worf: I did not think that I would be welcome.
Arandis: Well, you still have a lot to learn about our people. I never got a chance to say goodbye to Curzon Dax.
Dax: And you're not saying goodbye to me either. I'll be back.
Arandis: And Risa will be waiting.
Dax: So what do we do now?
Worf: Now we watch the suns set.
Dax: I have a better idea. Why don't we go swimming.
Worf: I didn't bring a bathing suit.
Dax: I won't tell if you don't.


Garak: If I'd known what I was walking into, I never would have gone.
Dax: It was your idea to attend the conference in the first place, Garak.
Garak: I thought the Bajorans would be grateful to hear someone provide them with an opposing philosophical view.
Dax: Opposing view? Garak, you were trying to defend the military occupation of their world. How grateful did you think they would be?
Garak: My understanding of this conference was that it was supposed to be an examination of the occupation from a dispassionate historical perspective. Instead, everyone went out of their way to dismiss virtually everything I had to say.
Sisko: I thought the Bajorans bent over backwards to be polite to you, Garak.
Garak: Giving me a name tag that read, 'Elim Garak, former Cardassian oppressor' was hardly polite.
Dax: And what did you want it to say? Former spy?
Garak: What I would have liked was less posturing and more debate. It's clear to me now that the Bajorans aren't really interested in diskovering historical truth as much as they are in promoting the myths and legends of the glorious Resistance.
Dax: Well, Odo wasn't a member of the Resistance and he managed to attract a fair amount of attention.
Garak: Yes, it seems you have quite a fan club on Bajor. I half expected you to be signing autographs at the end.
Dax: Don't let him get to you, Odo. You should be proud of what you did during the Occupation.
Odo: I've nothing to be proud of. I tried to bring order to a chaotic situation, that's all.
Sisko: You need to give yourself more credit, Constable. Keeping order during the Occupation would be a tough job for anyone, but you not only did it, you did it by earning the trust of both sides.
Dax: What was it the Moderator said? That you may have worked for the Cardassians, but your only master was justice.
Sisko: And a legend is born.
Okala: Sir, Captain Sisko's runabout is approaching the station.
Worf: Very well. Clear them for docking on landing pad one.
Okala: Aye, sir. Commander, something's wrong. They're not responding, and sensors show unusual EM signatures along their hull. The runabout's on auto-pilot
Worf: Lifesigns?
Okala: Four, very weak.
Worf: Disengage the auto-pilot. Bring the runabout to within transporter range. Doctor Bashir to transporter room five. Medical Emergency.
Worf: Check the aft compartment.
Bashir: He's alive, but there's an excess of neural energy in his cerebral cortex.
Worf: What does that mean?
Bashir: I'm not sure of that.
Worf: Can you revive them?
Bashir: I'm not sure of that, either.
Cardassian: All prisoners return to your quarters.
Belar: Show some dignity. Look at you. No wonder the Cardassians think we're animals. Get up! Get up! If you're going to spend the night taking chemicals, stay off the Promenade. We don't need another cleansing today.
Dax: What happened?
Sisko: Not here.
Garak: I couldn't agree more.
Cardassian: All bio-organic materials must be disposed of according to regulations.
Bashir: There's a high level of neural activity which suggests that their conscious minds are active, and yet there's no response to any external stimuli. What's the word on the runabout?
Worf: We have found preliminary indications that the ship encountered a class two plasma storm which irradiated the vessel.
Bashir: Computer, are current neural readings for subjects Odo, Sisko, Dax and Garak consistent with the effects of encountering a class two plasma storm?
Computer: There are no recorded causal relationships between plasma storms and specified neural readings.
Bashir: None? Computer, how many medical records are there on space plasma phenomena?
Computer: Five thousand twenty one.
Bashir: Well, it would appear that a common phenomena has had an uncommon effect on our people.
Worf: Well, the runabout is still being analyzed. We should have more information soon.
Bashir: Good. In the meantime I have some reading to do.
Sisko: This is Terok Nor. DS Nine during the occupation.
Dax: Time travel?
Garak: No, it's more than that. Our clothes have changed.
Odo: Could we be in a holosuite?
Sisko: Computer, end program. Let's assume that's a no for the moment.
Dax: Benjamin, we're not attracting any attention.
Sisko: And we should be. Humans, Trills and changelings didn't just stroll through Terok Nor unnoticed.
Garak: Then I should be getting some attention as well. We are in the Bajoran sector, and Cardassians weren't exactly welcome here.
Sisko: I don't think they see you as a Cardassian. I'm beginning to think they don't see any of us as who we really are.
Garak: The clothes we're wearing are Bajoran. They're treating us like Bajorans.
Sisko: Maybe they see us as Bajorans. Any theories, old man?
Dax: Some kind of cross-dimensional transfer? Our conscious minds might've been moved through time and space into the bodies of four Bajorans on Terok Nor.
Garak: But then why are we still seeing each other as we really are instead of as Bajorans?
Dax: I just ran out of speculation.
Sisko: The last thing I remember was sitting in the runabout.
Dax: There was a plasma anomaly on the sensors, and then there was this sound.
Garak: No, not a sound. More like a strong vibration
Sisko: I remember. Odo?
Odo: I don't recall. But whatever's happened, we have to leave this place. Get off the station.
Garak: Then I suggest we go directly to the authorities and explain our situation.
Odo: Garak.
Garak: I have knowledge of certain security codes that would be sufficient to prove that I am in fact a Cardassian, even if their eyes say otherwise. I could always say I'm an undercover operative posing as a Bajoran and
Odo: Captain, the authorities on Terok Nor will not be looking for reasons to help us. They will be looking for a reason to interrogate us, and believe me, you do not want to be interrogated by the Cardassians.
Sisko: I tend to agree with the Constable. If they should diskover that we're actually from the future
Dax: Gul Dukat's on the second level.
Sisko: Let's move on.
Sisko: Odo? Who was that?
Odo: I don't know.
Garak: You should. It was your predecessor.
Odo: My predecessor? Oh, yes. The man talking to Dukat. His name is Thrax. He was in charge of security on the Promenade before me.
Dax: That means we've gone back at least nine years.
Soldier: You. Come with us.
Sisko: What's she done?
Soldier: Nothing. Yet.
Garak: Perhaps there's been some misunderstanding. If I may be so bold, you may find something which will bring you infinitely more profit than the arrest of a Bajoran woman.
Soldier: Latinum?
Garak: Two strips.
Soldier: Where is it?
Garak: Ah. But our friend is still in your custody.
Sisko: Don't move.
Soldier: Tempting offer. Maybe next time. This one's been selected.
Dax: I'll be all right.
Worf: Doctor.
Bashir: Garak's septial capillaries burst at this point. The pattern of his delta waves shows some unusual activity at the same moment. The bleeding might be the result of some kind of psychosomatic response.
Worf: You mean he thought he was injured?
Bashir: Under certain conditions, people have been known to alter their blood pressure, lower their body temperature, even manifest a tumor as a result of psychological stimuli.
Worf: Could these stimuli cause more serious injuries?
Bashir: I don't think he could spontaneously break a bone, but he could certainly stop his heart or break a key blood vessel in his brain.
Worf: But what is causing all of this?
Bashir: At the risk of repeating myself, I just don't know.
Cardassian: Step back from the gate.
Sisko: He said she's been selected. What the hell does that mean?
Odo: A random interrogation, forced labor relocation. It could be anything.
Sisko: That's not good enough. I want to know where they've taken her.
Garak: But before we can help Commander Dax, we need to find out who we are in this reality.
Sisko: If we could get to a computer terminal, we could ask for a simple ID scan.
Odo: Computer access was extremely limited on Terok Nor.
Garak: What about a Cardassian comp-link? I took the liberty of borrowing this from the gentlemen who thought my nose needed adjustment.
Odo: I see I'm going to have to add the word pickpocket to your resume.
Garak: It's only a hobby.
Odo: Interesting that a simple tailor should just happen to have a high-level security code.
Garak: Yes, isn't it? And if my nose didn't hurt so much, I'd tell you with a fascinating story about how I came to possess it. Ah, yes. Captain, you are actually a Bajoran electronics engineer. You're thirty eight years old, you have no criminal record, your family resides in Rakantha province and your name is Ishan Chaye. Lucky me. I'm an artist. I'm fifty five, I've been arrested three times for disturbing the peace. I must be incorrigible. I also reside in Rakantha and my name is Jillur Gueta.
Sisko: And the Constable?
Garak: Ah, yes. His profession is
Odo: I'm a bookkeeper. Forty six years old. I have a wife and two sons in Rakantha Province, and my name is Timor Landi.
Garak: That's right.
Sisko: How'd you know that? Odo?
Quark: Congratulations, gentlemen. You get to work today. And you'll be laboring in the finest establishment on the station. My establishment. Twelve hours of work, two five minute breaks, one slip of latinum each. Let's go. Didn't you hear me? I'm offering you work. What are you waiting for?
Sisko: Nothing. Just show us the way.
Quark: Open it. Start by stepping through the gate that the nice man has opened for you. Very good. You three must be warp engineers. Now we're going to walk down the Promenade to the bar. Would you like me to hold your hands or can you manage it?
Sisko: We'll manage.
Quark: I'm so glad.
Odo: How much damage would it do to the timeline if Quark were to suffer a mysterious accident?
Sisko: I'm not sure. But maybe we should conduct a little experiment and find out.
Dukat: Name?
Dax: Leeta.
Dukat: Look at me when I speak to you, Leeta.
Dukat: She'll do.
Dukat: Kanar.
Dukat: For two. Have you ever had kanar?
Dax: No.
Dukat: Well, then this is an occasion. You're trembling. Despite what you may have heard, I'm a fair man, Leeta. Rest assured, you have nothing to fear from me. I did not bring you here to be abused.
Dax: Then why am I here?
Dukat: It may surprise you to hear this, but my position is a lonely one. I'm isolated from the people who live under my protection. I require someone to talk with. In short, a friend.
Dax: You want me to be your friend?
Dukat: Ironic, isn't it, that I should choose a simple Bajoran girl to share my inner thoughts with. But as you get to know me, Leeta, I think you'll find that I'm a complicated man.
Dax: You're different than I imagined.
Dukat: To the beginning of your education.
Garak: I never knew we were such messy conquerors. I remember the occupation being a little more tidy than this.
Sisko: Everything's tidy when someone else is doing the cleaning.
Garak: The Bajorans were much more suited for this sort of thing than we were. Servile work is in their nature.
Sisko: I'll remember to mention that to Major Kira when we get back.
Garak: There are exceptions to every rule.
Sisko: You all right?
Odo: The smell's making me sick.
Sisko: How did you know your name would be Timor Landi in this, this, whatever this is.
Odo: I recognized the other two names from the security files kept during the Occupation. Timor, Ishan and Jillur were the names of three Bajorans who were accused of attempting to assassinate Gul Dukat on the Promenade.
Sisko: Half the resistance tried to kill Dukat.
Odo: These three were innocent. However, no one knew that at the time and Dukat wanted to make an example of them, so he had them led out onto the Promenade and publicly executed.
Garak: If we're them
Sisko: If we're them, we'd better find a way out of here before Dukat makes an example out of us.
Thrax: Quark. I understand you had a visit from a Talavian freighter captain this morning. A Captain Livara, I believe.
Quark: I had a lot of visitors this morning. It was a busy day.
Thrax: I'm surprised you're being so indiskreet. Captain Livara is a known smuggler.
Quark: You don't say? Such a nice, friendly man, too. I guess you can never tell what some people are really like.
Thrax: Rumor has it that the Obsidian order has had him under surveillance for several months.
Quark: The Obsidian Order?
Thrax: Rumor also has it that they're planning on bringing in all of Livara's co-conspirators for questioning.
Quark: Well, you know how rumors are.
Thrax: Yes. They're usually true. So when the Order asks me for a list of all of Livara's known associates on board the station
Quark: He was here for ten minutes. He wanted to unload a shipment of maraji crystals, but I wasn't interested. I can't move maraji crystals. The Cardassians don't like them and the Bajorans can't afford them, so I sent him on his way, all right?
Thrax: And that's all?
Quark: That's all.
Thrax: I hope so. Because if I find out that you've been dealing in illegal crystals, I'll hand you over to the Order myself.
Quark: Always a pleasure.
Sisko: I see you're not the first man around here to keep Quark on his toes.
Odo: Yes.
Garak: Something's wrong. Thrax talked about a Captain Livara.
Sisko: Does that name mean something to you?
Garak: Livara wasn't just another smuggler. He was a Romulan spy and he didn't begin working in this sector until seven years ago. But seven years ago, Thrax wasn't on Terok Nor, you were, Odo. Odd contradiction. So I checked the date. This is seven years ago. Thrax shouldn't be here. You should be the Security Chief.
Odo: None of this makes any sense, Garak. Now I suggest we concentrate on finding a way out of here. That's our priority.
Sisko: I tend to agree.
Garak: Well, you'll get no argument from me. But how?
Sisko: We need to contact the Bajoran resistance. They might be able to get us off the station, maybe even to the Federation. Kira once told me about a prearranged signal the resistance used on Terok Nor to set up a meeting. Once we're finished here, we'll head back to the Bajoran sector and I'll make the signal.
Cardassian: All recreation passes are suspended for alpha unit personnel until further notice.
Garak: The Bajorans never did have a sense of style. Turn the vase over and the resistance appears.
Odo: It's simple and effective.
Sisko: And they did it for years, right under the Cardassian's noses.
Garak: Not under my nose, Captain. Under his.
Sisko: At least Dax is all right
Garak: Look at him. The Commander of Terok Nor. Just another swaggering, self-important Gul with too much vanity and not enough ability.
Sisko: Maybe, but he's no fool.
Sisko: Are you all right?
Odo: Yes. Just slipped out of my hand.
Belar: You wanted a meeting? Don't look at me, eat your soup.
Sisko: I didn't think you would come while Dukat was here.
Belar: Everyone's watching our gentle dictator stroll the Promenade with his new girlfriend. Now, I hate soup and I have no intention of finishing this entire bowl, so whatever you want, let's hear it.
Sisko: We need to get off the station.
Belar: Why?
Garak: Does it matter?
Belar: Yes, as a matter of fact, it does. We're not a commuter service. If you're running from a dispute over chemicals or women or smuggling, you're on your own. If you've killed one of the spoonheads
Garak: Spoonheads?
Sisko: Garak!
Belar: That's a different matter.
Sisko: We're not who we seem to be.
Belar: I hope not, because you seem to be wasting my time.
Sisko: Let's just say we're involved with the Federation.
Belar: Let me guess. You're Starfleet agents operating under cover, posing as indigent Bajorans who happen to be
Sisko: Dax!
Odo: Captain, no!
Cardassian: Secure all exits on floor alpha.
Odo: Captain, we can't stay. They'll take care of her but we must go
Soldier: Don't move.
Garak: You'd think they'd put us in our own cell block, instead of with the common criminals. After all, we are accused of attempting to assassinate the station commander. That deserves some respect.
Sisko: Maybe they'll salute when they execute us.
Thrax: Quiet down. Quiet down. Quiet. Quiet please! Quiet please! Kara Polus, Brin Tusk and Marat Kobar. Your sentence is five years hard labor. Trial to confirm this sentence will take place at seventeen hundred hours. Benten Vek, your fine has been paid and you'll be free to go within the hour. Lobo, Horis, Romara, Pelin and Gramm. You are being transferred to Cardassian authorities on Bajor for interrogation.
Woman: No, no, please.
Thrax: Timor, Ishan, Jillur. You came aboard the station two days ago from Rakantha Province. Yesterday you paid a visit the chemist shop and then fell asleep on the Promenade. Last night you were hired as a cleanup crew by the Ferengi, and after you were paid, you went back to the Bajoran sector and attempted to murder Gul Dukat with a chambered plasma grenade.
Sisko: We were sitting at a table eating when the grenade went off. There are witnesses.
Thrax: None of which have come forward.
Odo: Why would the witnesses risk their lives for three strangers? They're out there, but you have to go look for them.
Thrax: Epidermal scans revealed the presence of trinitrogen chloride on your hands and clothing. TNC is one of the components used in plasma grenades.
Odo: TNC is also a cleaning solution, which is what we were using in Quark's.
Thrax: Or you used the opportunity of working at Quarks to obtain the TNC in the first place. You all have ties to the Bajoran underground. You have three cousins who are known Resistance members. Five of your friends are suspected sympathizers.
Odo: After fifty years of occupation, is there anyone left on Bajor who doesn't have some tie to the resistance?
Thrax: Quiet! That may be true. But you were seen rushing toward Dukat after the explosion. Everyone else was running away.
Sisko: I wanted to help my friend. She was injured in the blast.
Thrax: The report of the Cardassian guard states that you were found over the body of Gul Dukat, attempting to strangle him.
Garak: That's a lie.
Odo: Interrogate the troops yourself, don't just take their report at face value.
Thrax: I don't interrogate members of the Cardassian military.
Odo: Then run a ballistic analysis of the explosion. If you examine the fragmentation dispersal pattern, you'll find that we couldn't have thrown the grenade from our position at the table. It had to have come from
Thrax: Quiet! Quiet down! There is sufficient evidence for a conviction.
Odo: All of which is circumstantial. Go beneath the surface. Conduct a real investigation.
Thrax: This investigation is over. Your case is going before a special tribunal this afternoon. You will be informed of the sentence just before it meets.
Odo: No! Wait! I need to talk to you! Let me talk to you alone for just a moment! Please, listen to me!
Dukat: That's enough.
Dax: How do you feel?
Dukat: Better than last time.
Dax: Last time?
Dukat: This is the fourth assassination attempt I've survived.
Dax: Maybe you should find another job.
Dukat: Maybe I should. I'm glad to see you have your appetite back.
Dax: I don't get to eat like this very often.
Dukat: I've wanted to increase rations in the Bajoran sector for some time now, but the resistance makes it almost impossible to show any sort of kindness to your people.
Dax: You really want to help my people, don't you?
Dukat: Yes, of course. The Bajorans are, well, they're like my children, I suppose. And like any father, I want only what's best for them.
Dax: And you still feel like that now after some of your children have tried to kill you?
Dukat: Bad manners are the fault of the parent, not the child. My weakness is I'm too generous, too forgiving. My heart is too big.
Dax: And so is your ego.
Garak: Yes, I know I don't look Cardassian. You see, I was surgically altered to appear Bajoran. But what if genetic scans show no cardassian DNA in my cellular structure? In that case, I'll suggest
Sisko: Tell me about Thrax.
Odo: What do you want to know?
Sisko: Something about his background. He seems unusual. Doesn't have that casual brutality I've come to expect from Cardassian security officers. What makes Thrax different?
Odo: I wouldn't know. He was gone by the time I came aboard the station.
Sisko: That brings up a good point. Why is he here now? Garak said that you were the security chief during this time.
Odo: You're implying that I should know the answers, that I'm holding back information?
Sisko: I'm saying that maybe you know more than you think you do. You lived here, on Terok Nor. You're supposed to be out there now instead of Thrax. Think, Odo. There might be some connection between you and what's happening here.
Odo: I don't know!
Dax: Miss me?
Odo: It doesn't have to happen again
Dax: Dukat's personal shuttle is in docking bay three.
Sisko: What about the station defense system?
Dax: I've got their computer tied up in knots. I don't think they'll be able to
Thrax: Halt!
Garak: A changeling?
Sisko: We'll figure that out later.
Dax: Here it is.
Soldier: We just got the word. Your execution's been scheduled for nineteen hundred. That's two hours from now.
Odo: We've got to find another way out of here.
Dax: We tried that. Escape doesn't seem to be the answer.
Sisko: How could Thrax be a changeling? In this time period, the Founders didn't know about the wormhole.
Odo: I don't know.
Garak: Putting aside the newest shape-shifter in town for the time being, how did we end up back in this cell?
Odo: I don't know.
Dax: Care to guess?
Odo: What makes you think I have the answers?
Sisko: You've been acting strangely ever since we first woke up on the Promenade. Continually distracted, depressed and agitated.
Garak: And you knew the names of the people we're supposed to be.
Sisko: You knew the details of their case like you were there.
Garak: But you couldn't have been there because it happened before you came aboard the station.
Sisko: Everything seems to lead back to you and I want to know why.
Thrax: You said you wanted to see me?
Odo: Yes. It's urgent.
Thrax: I'm listening, but I don't have much time.
Odo: You're about to make a very serious mistake.
Thrax: Because you're innocent, of course. All of you.
Odo: That's right, and I can prove it. Compare this attack to recent bombings on Bajor. You'll find a similarity to four incidents in Musilla Province, none of which we could have done.
Thrax: That proves nothing. And under Cardassian law, the accused must prove his innocence. Since the evidence in this case is sufficient to warrant conviction, the investigation is over.
Odo: Your job is to find the truth, not obtain convictions.
Thrax: Truth? You want the truth? All right. The truth is that none of you would be accused, none of you would even be here if the Bajorans weren't fighting the Cardassians. It's futile. The occupation has lasted for fifty years and it will probably last another fifty.
Odo: I wouldn't be too sure about that.
Thrax: Why not accept it? If the Bajoran people would accept their place in history, none of this would be happening.
Odo: We're talking about the attempt on Gul Dukat's life, not the socio-political ramifications of the resistance.
Thrax: It's all part of the same problem. When your people resort to terrorism and violence, they're fighting against order, against stability, against the rule of law, and this must be stopped.
Odo: There is more to life than the rule of law.
Thrax: It has been my observation that only the guilty make that kind of statement.
Odo: I didn't want to tell you this. I don't know what the consequences will be, but we're not terrorists. We're not even Bajorans. There's been a temporal displacement of some kind. We don't belong in this time. We're from the future.
Thrax: I know.
Odo: You know? Then what are you going to do about it?
Thrax: What I am supposed to do, nothing more, nothing less. The question is, what are you going to do, Odo?
Thrax: It's too late for them now. It's out of my hands.
Odo: Why aren't I with them?
Thrax: There were only three terrorists, Odo. You know that.
Dukat: This the price for taking up arms against those who would protect you, who have only your best interests at heart.
Odo: They haven't done anything. They don't belong here.
Thrax: It's already happened, Odo.
Odo: But this isn't what happened. It wasn't these people.
Thrax: Proceed with the execution.
Odo: No! I'm not going to let this happen again! Not again!
Odo: You can't execute them. You don't even belong here. I do.
Sisko: Constable?
Odo: That's exactly how it happened seven years ago.
Sisko: It was you all along.
Odo: Yes. I was Chief of Security on the Promenade. I was the one who charged those men with a crime they didn't commit, and I was the one who turned them over to Dukat. Three days after the executions there was another bombing on the Promenade, identical to the one that almost killed Dukat. Timor, Ishan and Jillur were innocent. All the evidence was there. The inconsistencies in the reports of the soldiers who arrested them, a pattern of bombings, the ballistics. It was all there from the beginning but I was too busy, too concerned with maintaining order and the rule of law. I thought of myself as the outsider, the shape-shifter who cared for nothing but justice. It never occurred to me that I could fail, but I did. And I never wanted anyone to know the truth. That seven years ago, I allowed three innocent men to die.
Bashir: Constable?
Bashir: Whatever it is you've been through has taken its toll.
Bashir: As far as I can tell, the four of you were locked into some version of the Great Link.
Odo: The Link? How is that possible? I'm a solid now.
Bashir: Well, it seems you're not as solid as you think. When I ran a neurochemical scan of your brain, I found residual traces of morphogenic enzymes which I've only detected before in changelings.
Odo: When the plasma storm hit the runabout it activated the enzymes and initiated a telepathic response.
Bashir: Your mind reached out to find other changelings to form the Link, but all it could find was Sisko, Dax and Garak.
Odo: And just before the accident, I was thinking about the executions. Somehow being in the Link must have forced me to relive it, and admit the truth about what I'd done.
Bashir: It would make a fascinating paper. Although I don't intend to write one.
Bashir: If you have any questions, you know where to find me.
Kira: When I first read your report I didn't know what to think. So I said to myself, that's all right, Nerys You're stunned. You need to let it sink in a little. But it's been two days, Odo. I still don't know what to think.
Odo: I'm guilty. What more is there to say?
Kira: Maybe nothing. Maybe a lot. I believed in you. A lot of people did. You were special. You were the one man who stood apart from everyone else, the one man who stood for justice. Now what?
Odo: Now I'm just another imperfect solid.
Kira: Okay. The Prophets know I'm not perfect. I guess the truth is that anyone who lived through the occupation had to get a little dirty. But I need to know that no other innocent people died on your watch, Odo. That this was the only time.
Odo: I'm not sure. I hope so.


Sisko: Don't you think you might be overpacking?
Jake: It'll close.
Sisko: You don't have to take everything at once. It's not like you're moving to Bajor. One G twelve is practically right next door.
Jake: I know, but I'm not moving to one G twelve. I found some great quarters over in section M.
Sisko: That's all the way on the other side of the habitat ring.
Jake: Dad, don't get all sentimental on me.
Sisko: Wait until your son moves out on you.
Jake: I don't have a son.
Sisko: Ha, ha. Go ahead, Jake, make jokes. One day you'll be standing where I am, and believe me, you won't like it any more than I do.
Jake: Yeah, maybe, but right now I'm standing here and I can't wait to spend my first night in my own place.
Jake: See? I told you it'd close.
Sisko: Now wait, wait, let me get this straight. I can visit any time I want, but I have to call first. You won't be available for breakfast or lunch, but I can count on one dinner a week.
Jake: Yeah, well some weeks maybe even two.
Sisko: Ah. I have raised a very generous son. You and Nog moving in together. I can remember when I didn't even want you talking to him.
Jake: Yeah, well, things change.
Sisko: They sure do.
Rom: Come in.
Rom: Oh. It's you?
Quark: Who'd you think it was?
Rom: Nog.
Quark: How could it be Nog? His ship hasn't even docked yet.
Rom: I guess I wasn't thinking.
Quark: What else is new?
Rom: Can I help it if I'm excited? My son is coming home. Root beer? His favorite. I don't know how to thank you, brother.
Quark: Ten slips of latinum ought to do it.
Rom: You think he'd mind if I had one for myself?
Quark: I'd mind.
Quark: My own brother drinking root beer. It's so human.
Rom: Mmmm. And bubbly.
Rom: That's him! That's him! Come in.
Quark: Wrong again.
Rom: Constable. Care for a root beer?
Odo: No. But you have something I do want.
Quark: Whatever it is, I didn't do it.
Odo: Don't tell me. Tell the Federation Grand Jury on Inferna Prime.
Rom: Federation Grand Jury? Brother, what have you done now?
Quark: I haven't done anything. What do they want to talk to me for?
Odo: Oh, I think you know.
Quark: Odo, I have no idea what this is all about.
Odo: Well then, you'll have eight days to try to guess. We leave immediately.
Quark: We?
Odo: I've been waiting ten years for you to get what you deserve. Now that the big moment is finally here, I wouldn't miss it for anything. Let's go.
Rom: Brother.
Quark: What?
Rom: I'll say hi to Nog for you.
Quark: So, how much longer till we reach Inferna Prime?
Odo: Oh, I'd say one hundred and ninety one hours and seventeen minutes, give or take a day.
Quark: In that case, we'd better find something to occupy our time. Care for a game of fizzbin?
Odo: I don't play cards.
Quark: I'll teach you. It's a very simple game.
Odo: Let me put it another way. I don't want to play cards. And even if I did, I wouldn't want to play with you.
Quark: Afraid you'd lose? You know, Odo, I used to think all your problems stemmed from the fact that you were a changeling, isolated from your own kind, forced to live among strangers who didn't understand you. You couldn't eat, you couldn't drink, you couldn't sleep, you couldn't make love. Was it any wonder you had such a bad disposition? But you're not a changeling anymore. You're one of us. Life is yours for the taking. All you have to do is reach out and grab it. But do you? No. Because solid or changeling, you're still a miserable, self-hating misanthrope. That's who you are and that's who you'll always be.
Odo: I'm still not playing cards with you.
Quark: Fine. Then we'll just sit here for a week in silence. What are you reading?
Odo: Nothing that would interest you.
Quark: Don't be so sure.
Odo: Quark, give me that.
Quark: What are you going to do, arrest me? He walked toward her, the wooden deck heaving to and fro beneath his booted feet. Her hands moved to the brooch at her throat. She unclasped it and the cloak fell from her shoulders, her wet skin glistening in the moonlight. Lightning flashed and heaven's thunder roared in rhythm with the beating of their hearts.'
Odo: All right, enough.
Quark: Odo, I take it all back. You're obviously a lot more complicated than I thought. If you like that kind of thing I might be interested in selling you my first edition of 'Vulcan Love Slave.'
Odo: This is work, not recreation. Books like this give me insight into the criminal mind. It is a well known fact that a high percentage of homicides are motivated by romantic obsession.
Quark: Well, no one gets killed in 'Vulcan Love Slave,' but it's still a hell of a read.
Odo: Give it up, Quark. You can annoy me, bait me, question my very existence, but in the end, we both know I've won. Because when all is said and done, I'll be heading back to Deep Space Nine and you'll be spending the rest of your life in a Federation penal colony.
Quark: I'm not there yet. Look, Odo, give me a chance. At least tell me what the charges are.
Odo: I'm afraid I can't do that. This is a high security investigation. I'm not allowed to discuss the specifics with anyone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do.
Nog: Cadet Nog reporting for duty, sir.
Sisko: At ease, Cadet.
Nog: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Sisko: I remember my sophomore year. Field studies Starbase one thirty seven. When I first got there I was a little apprehensive. But it turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life.
Nog: Yes, sir.
Sisko: Now, the key to field study is simple. Keep your eyes and ears open, follow orders and try not to get in the way.
Nog: Yes, sir. Very good, sir. I won't let you down.
Sisko: I'd like to say on a personal note, I'm glad that you and Jake are going to be roommates.
Nog: Yes, sir.
Sisko: I'm sure the two of you are going to have a lot of fun together.
Nog: Yes, sir. Time permitting, sir. I mean, if I'm not too busy. After all I am here to work. Don't worry, sir, I'll look after him for you. Set a good example. Keep him out of trouble.
Sisko: You inspire me with confidence, Cadet. Dismissed.
Kira: How'd it go?
Nog: I inspire him.
Kira: Congratulations. Now don't let him down.
Nog: You can count on me, sir.
Jake: Lights! So, what do you think?
Nog: I think I've died and gone to the Divine Treasury. After living in cadet barracks for the past year, this is going to be paradise.
Jake: Yeah, I know what you mean. We're on our own now. No one to tell us what to do.
Nog: Well, before we unpack, we should call maintenance to clean this place.
Jake: They were here yesterday.
Nog: If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. I'll do the cleaning on the odd numbered days, and you'll do it on the even ones.
Jake: We're going to clean every day?
Nog: No, just the odd and even ones. I'd better start bringing in my things. I don't want to be up too late unpacking.
Jake: So what do you want to do tonight? Dom-jot? Holosuites?
Nog: I wish I could. But once we eat and unpack, it'll be time for bed. Lights out at twenty two hundred.
Jake: I haven't gone to bed that early since I was twelve.
Nog: Go to sleep whenever you want. But don't forget, we're hitting the gym at oh four thirty.
Jake: The gym?
Nog: Muscles, Jake. You know, those things that're supposed to go between your bones and your skin?
Jake: I've heard of them.
Nog: Good. Because by the time I'm done with you, you'll have some of your very own.
Quark: You're doing it again.
Odo: Doing what?
Quark: Smacking your lips.
Odo: No I'm not.
Quark: There. Don't you hear that?
Odo: The only thing I've heard for the last four days is you complaining.
Quark: This whole runabout is alive with annoying little noises. Listen.
Odo: To what?
Quark: That buzzing noise.
Odo: I don't hear a thing.
Quark: It started over an hour ago.
Odo: If you don't like the noises in here, why don't you go into the back?
Quark: Because it's even colder back there than it is up here.
Odo: Quark, leave the temperature controls alone.
Quark: I will, when I get it right. There it is again.
Odo: What?
Quark: That buzzing noise. Don't you hear it?
Odo: With all this lip-smacking, how could I hear anything?
Quark: Where is it coming from?
Odo: Inside your head.
Quark: Shhh.
Odo: Bzzzzzzzzz.
Quark: I said be quiet! It's coming from here.
Odo: It's probably a defective anodyne circuit.
Quark: Defective anodyne circuits make a hissing sound. This is a buzz. We'd better open up this hatch.
Odo: If this is some kind of convoluted plot to escape.
Quark: Stop being so suspicious. That's odd. The buzzing's changed pitch.
Odo: It's gotten louder too. I can hear it now. What could it be?
Quark: Let's find out.
Quark: Don't tell me. Let me guess.
Odo: It's a bomb.
Quark: Next time I tell you I hear something, maybe you'll listen.
Odo: Let's hope there is a next time. I'm going to get a transporter lock on this thing and beam it out of here.
Quark: What if it's set to go off if someone tries to transport it?
Odo: What do you suggest? We wait for it to explode?
Quark: Fine. Beam it out. But at least try and channel the explosion through the transporter buffer.
Odo: I hope this works.
Quark: We did it. We're safe.
Odo: Don't be so sure about that. Comm. system's down, navigational array's failing, environmental controls are badly damaged. We're losing atmosphere.
Quark: What now?
Odo: Now we find someplace to land.
Quark: Land? You mean crash.
Odo: It's either that or wait for our lungs to explode in the vacuum of space. I'm picking up a class-L planet on long range scanners.
Quark: Barely habitable.
Odo: More habitable than this thing's going to be in a few minutes.
Quark: How close?
Odo: Close enough. I hope.
Odo: If we live through this, whoever planted that bomb is going to regret it.
Quark: Believe me, you don't want to get anywhere near the Orion Syndicate.
Odo: The Orion Syndicate? Is that who the Grand Jury's investigating?
Quark: I thought you knew.
Odo: If I knew you were involved with the Orion Syndicate, you'd be on the Defiant right now, surrounded by half my deputies.
Quark: Let me guess. You pretended to know more than you did so I'd think I had nothing to hide and say something to incriminate myself.
Odo: Something like that.
Quark: This is all your fault.
Odo: You're the one who's a member of the Orion Syndicate.
Quark: I'm not a member. I just know people who know people who know some other people. And besides
Quark: Will someone adjust the temperature. It's freezing in here.
Odo: Actually, it's freezing out there.
Quark: Out there? Oh, yeah. Now I remember. You were apologizing for almost getting us both killed.
Odo: If that's how you remember it, you must've hit your head harder than I thought you did.
Quark: I guess there's nothing we can do now except send out a distress signal and wait to be rescued.
Odo: Good plan, except we lost the comm. system in the explosion.
Quark: That's not good.
Odo: It gets worse. The replicator's been destroyed. From what I can tell the local plants are poisonous.
Quark: Then I guess we're stuck with field rations.
Odo: That's right. One package for you. One package for me. The rest
Quark: I know, I know. Destroyed in the explosion. So now what?
Odo: Now we either freeze to death or starve to death. Take your pick.
Nog: It's about time you woke up. I thought you were going to sleep all day. You should stretch a little before you start your workout.
Jake: I think I'll pass this morning.
Nog: You pass every morning.
Jake: You can work out for the both of us.
Nog: You don't know what you're missing. Healthy body, healthy mind.
Jake: Please, Nog, no clichés before breakfast. Orange juice, extra large. A healthy way to start the day.
Nog: A writer and a poet.
Jake: What's this?
Nog: Past Prolog.
Jake: What's it doing here?
Nog: I found it while I was cleaning up. Really, Jake, is it that hard to keep this place clean?
Jake: You read my story? What did you think?
Nog: Disposal is spelled with an i.
Jake: That's it? That's all you have to say?
Nog: I didn't really read it for content. I mostly corrected your spelling and grammar.
Jake: You changed my words?
Nog: Just a few. A preposition here, some punctuation there.
Jake: You can't change a writer's words without his permission. That's sacrilege.
Nog: All right. Next time, I'll let you make the changes.
Jake: There won't be a next time. From now on, if you see my stories lying around here, don't read them. Don't even touch them. Just leave them right where they are.
Nog: No problem. Just put them away when you're not working on them. Time to hit the shower. Duty calls. Remember, start with the lighter weights and work your way up.
Odo: Quark? What are you doing back there? You need any help?
Quark: You want to help? Here.
Odo: I thought you were supposed to be repairing the subspace transmitter.
Quark: I was.
Odo: What's it doing out here?
Quark: The signal booster's completely shot. Which means there's no way we can transmit a distress signal through a planetary atmosphere.
Odo: I see. So you tore it out of the wall in frustration.
Quark: Actually, I came up with a way to save our lives. All we have to do is haul this transmitter up to higher ground. More altitude, less atmosphere. Go high enough, and we might be able to get a signal out.
Odo: How much higher do we have to go?
Quark: Er, carry the seven, take the square root, times pi. I'd say that high.
Quark: I'm ready when you are.
Odo: Where'd you find that?
Quark: In the back. It's pretty cozy.
Odo: Great. Then I won't need this. I'll just get a suit for myself and we can be on our way.
Quark: Don't bother. This is the only one that wasn't destroyed in the explosion.
Odo: You mean there's only one survival suit left and you're going to wear it?
Quark: Finders keepers. Besides, carrying this transmitter up the mountain should keep you warm.
Odo: Here we go. How can it be so cold when the sun is shining?
Quark: It isn't much of a sun and this isn't much of a planet. And you've got a lot of nerve complaining about being cold when you're the one wearing the jacket.
Odo: Well, you agreed to take turns.
Quark: Under duress.
Odo: Oh, I hate this. You know, f I were still a changeling, I could've shapeshifted into a Vorian pterodactyl and flown that damn transmitter to the top of the mountain hours ago.
Quark: You're the one who wanted to be a solid.
Odo: I never wanted to be a solid.
Quark: Oh, please. I used to see you coming into the bar, watching Morn eat, eyeing my customers as they gambled and flirted with the dabo girls, wishing you were one of them. Not to mention your platonic friendship with a certain Bajoran Major.
Odo: If that's the kind of psychological insight you dispense with your drinks, it's a wonder you have any customers.
Quark: Deny it all you want, but the fact is your people gave you what you wanted. You're one of us now and I finally can sit on a chair and know with absolute certainty that it isn't you.
Odo: Quark? Quark!
Quark: What?
Odo: If you've damaged that transmitter
Quark: I'm fine, thank you very much. And so's the transmitter.
Odo: Here, let me help you up.
Quark: No, thanks. I think I'll just lay here and freeze to death.
Odo: All right, all right, you've made your point. I'll carry the transmitter for a while.
Quark: And I get to wear the jacket.
Odo: But I get the trousers.
O'Brien: You did a good job today, Nog. You've an excellent grasp of mechanical engineering.
Nog: Ferengis have a natural talent for figures, sir.
O'Brien: So what's your posting tomorrow?
Nog: Cargo bay six. Customs inspection.
O'Brien: Ah. Well, that could be interesting.
Nog: If you're planning on being a customs inspector.
Jake: Hey, Nog.
Nog: Not again. When I left this morning, this place was spotless.
Jake: Yeah, that was nine hours ago.
Nog: You can't keep our quarters clean for one day?
Jake: A man's got to live, and sometimes living is messy.
Nog: But it doesn't have to stay messy. I'm going to the Replimat to get something to eat and when I come back I expect to see this place straightened up.
Jake: I'm working on a story right now. I'll do it in the morning.
Nog: This isn't a story. It's computerized dom-jot.
Jake: Sometimes when I get stuck, I play dom-jot. It clears my mind.
Nog: Well while you're at it, how about clearing a path to the bedroom?
Jake: I told you, I'm busy.
Nog: Jake, this isn't what we agreed to.
Jake: We didn't agree to anything. You've been shouting orders ever since you moved in here. I'm not in Starfleet.
Nog: Lucky for you. You wouldn't last a day at the Academy.
Jake: You're right. I'd die of embarrassment wearing those pajamas.
Nog: I don't have to take that from an undiskiplined jerk like you. Enjoy your dom-jot.
Jake: Where are you going?
Nog: Anywhere but here. I'll get my things in the morning.
Jake: I'll pack them for you.
Nog: Don't bother. You couldn't fold a shirt if your life depended on it.
Quark: What's that over there?
Odo: It's just another stone.
Quark: I can't believe it. I've been walking for three days and I haven't seen a single beetle. I could really go for a beetle right now. Any kind of beetle, just as long as it had a little meat on it.
Odo: There are no beetles, Quark.
Quark: A nice slug would do.
Odo: There're no slugs, either. No slugs, no beetles, no worms, no snails. Nothing but rocks and trees and we can't eat any of it.
Quark: If I collapse from hunger, you've got to carry me and the transmitter.
Odo: You are not going to collapse. We're almost to the tree line. After that, we've only got a few more hours of climbing left before we can set up the transmitter.
Quark: A few hours? You mean like three?
Odo: More like six.
Quark: I could do six. Seven might be pushing it, but six I could do.
Odo: Come on.
Odo: Forget about six hours. It's more like six days.
Quark: Ten thousand seven hundred and fifty one. Ten thousand seven hundred and fifty two.
Odo: Quark.
Quark: Ten thousand seven hundred and fifty three.
Odo: Quark!
Quark: I just want to know how far we're going. Every step down means an extra step up.
Odo: Fine. Then count to yourself. I don't want to hear it any more.
Quark: Fine. But don't talk to me. It's hard keeping track.
Odo: By the time the Grand Jury gets through with you, you'll be counting years instead of steps.
Quark: You know what's going to make all this worthwhile? The look on your face when they let me go.
Odo: Let you go? I don't think so.
Quark: And you call yourself a detective. The Orion Syndicate tried to kill me. They never kill their own. They don't need to. Any one of them would take their own life before they'd testify against the Syndicate. Don't you get it? I'm not a suspect. I'm a witness. Now you made me lose count.
Odo: Ten thousand seven hundred and eighty five.
Quark: Thank you.
Odo: Now let me get this straight. You were never a member of the Orion Syndicate?
Quark: I hate to disappoint you.
Odo: But you must have tried to join?
Quark: I don't want to talk about it.
Odo: Now, if I remember correctly, the Orion Syndicate has a membership fee. Quite a substantial one. And the Ferengi Commerce Authority did seize all your assets. Oh it's even worse than that, isn't it? You never could afford to join, could you? All those years of scheming and lying and cheating and you're still too small-time for the Orions. Well, I guess you're not as successful a businessman as you think you are.
Quark: Which means you've spent the last ten years of your life trying to catch a nobody. Without little success, I might add. So you tell me, which one of us is the bigger failure. Ten thousand seven hundred and eighty eight. Ten thousand seven hundred and eight nine. Ten thousand seven hundred and ninety. Ten thousand seven hundred and ninety one.
Rom: Snail juice. Extra shells. Make it a double. Captain, may I join you?
Sisko: Be my guest.
Rom: I wanted to ask you about Nog. You know, my son?
Sisko: I think I've met him.
Rom: Have you noticed anything strange about him lately?
Sisko: He seems fine to me. He's just more dedicated than when he left.
Rom: I've noticed.
Sisko: A year at the Academy will do that to people.
Rom: You think it's the Academy?
Sisko: What else could it be?
Rom: I was afraid he might be a changeling. So while he was asleep, I drew some blood, just to make sure.
Rom: It's been eight hours. So far, so good.
Sisko: Rom, he's still your son. He's just taking his duties very seriously, that's all.
Rom: Nog's moved back in with me, you know. It's horrible. He put me on report the other day. Said my tool kit was untidy. That's the exact word he used. Untidy.
Sisko: I wouldn't worry about it. He's just going through a phase, that's all.
Rom: I was hoping living with Jake would relax him.
Sisko: I'm afraid Jake's going through a phase of his own. I don't know what's so difficult about putting a dirty dish back into the replicator.
Rom: Nog says Jake is a slovenly, undiskiplined, unfocused writer.
Sisko: Not an unfair assessment. You know, I sometimes wish Jake had a little more of Nog's self-diskipline.
Rom: And I wish Nog had Jake's ability to enjoy himself. Those two could learn a lot from each other.
Sisko: If we could only get them in the same room.
Odo: Quark, wake up. We've got a mountain to climb. Quark! Quark? Quark! Quark. Wake up. Wake up. Wake, wake, Quark.
Quark: Stop hitting me!
Odo: I thought you were dead.
Quark: So you saw that as an opportunity to vent years of hostility towards me? Towards me. Towards me. Hostility.
Odo: What's wrong?
Quark: What?
Odo: I said what's the matter.
Quark: I'm deaf. I'm deaf in my right ear. I can't hear anything. Hello, hello, hello? Hello, hello, hello?
Odo: Would you stop doing that?
Quark: You don't understand. A one-eared Ferengi is only half a man. We've got to get out of here. My body's shutting down. It's too cold. There's not enough to eat. I'm dying. We both are.
Odo: We're not dying. Here, here. You can have the rest of my rations.
Quark: These aren't rations. These are crumbs. You can't climb a mountain on crumbs.
Odo: Fine. I'll go by myself.
Quark: You're going to leave me?
Odo: What do you want me to do? Stay here and trade insults until we both starve to death? I'd rather take my chances on the mountain.
Quark: Whose turn is it to carry the transmitter?
Odo: Yours.
Quark: Figures. Figures? Figures!
Quark: I hate this transmitter and I hate this mountain and most of all I hate the Orion Syndicate for stranding us here.
Odo: I think we both know who's really to blame.
Quark: Don't try and blame this on me, Constable. It was your job to get me to Inferna Prime safely.
Odo: You never told me the Orion Syndicate was after you.
Quark: You never asked.
Odo: If I had, would you have told me the truth? Or would you have lied like you lie about everything?
Quark: Have I ever told you how much I hate that smug, superior attitude of yours?
Odo: Have I ever told you how much I hate your endless whining, your pathetic greed and your idiotic little schemes?
Quark: Well I hate
Odo: What do you hate?
Quark: You.
Odo: Well that's fine with me, because I hate you too. You're nothing but a petty thief.
Quark: You are an arrogant prude.
Odo: Lecher.
Quark: Freak.
Odo: Fraud.
Quark: Fascist.
Odo: Failure.
Odo: Quark?
Quark: What?
Odo: Are you all right?
Quark: I'm fine.
Odo: I'm not. My leg is broken.
Quark: That should it hold together. Now we just have to get you on it.
Odo: Stop looking at the leg. You'll pass out again.
Quark: Not looking at it doesn't help. I still know it's there.
Odo: I should be the one struggling to stay conscious. I'm the one who's in excruciating pain.
Quark: Speaking of pain, this is probably going to hurt.
Odo: Quark, there's no way you're going to be able to drag me up that mountain.
Quark: Just watch me.
Odo: Stop trying to be a hero. You'll get to the top faster if you leave me behind.
Quark: Don't you get it? I'm not trying to rescue you. I'm taking you along as emergency rations. If you die, I'm going to eat you.
Odo: You're joking.
Quark: Waste not, want not. Comfortable?
Odo: Not really.
Quark: Join the club.
Quark: Higher.
Quark: Hold on, Odo, hold on. Hold on.
Odo: Quark?
Quark: It's over.
Odo: What do you mean, it's over?
Quark: I can't move. We'll have to set up the transmitter here.
Odo: We're not high enough. You have to leave me here and go on by yourself.
Quark: Don't you understand? I can't do it. I'm half frozen. I haven't eaten for days. My muscles won't work anymore. Odo? Say something.
Odo: What is there to say? If we stay here, we're dead.
Quark: I can't go any further.
Odo: If Sisko were here, do you think he'd give up? Or Worf? Or Dax?
Quark: They're not here.
Odo: That's right. It's just us. Give me the transmitter.
Quark: What for?
Odo: Just give it to me.
Quark: What are you doing?
Odo: What does it look like?
Quark: You'll never make it.
Odo: Maybe not.
Quark: You're trying to embarrass me, aren't you? You're trying to shame me into carrying that thing the rest of the way on my own. Well it's not going to work. You might as well accept the inevitable and die with dignity. That's what I'm going to do. I'm just going to lie here and die.
Quark: My brother will get the bar. My nephew will be completely corrupted by the Federation and become a Starfleet captain. And my bones will lie here and freeze unsold and unmourned.
Quark: Try not to break your other leg while I'm gone.
Odo: I'll do my best.
Odo: Good luck.
Jake: Come in. Dad? I though you were going to call first.
Sisko: Well, we've got a problem.
Jake: What's wrong?
Sisko: According to station regulations, these quarters require two occupants or more. I'm afraid you're going to have to move out.
Jake: Smaller quarters. All right, if I have to.
Sisko: Well, that's the problem. There are no smaller quarters available.
Jake: So where do I go?
Sisko: I guess back home with me.
Jake: You're kidding.
Sisko: Unless we can find you another roommate. Cadet!
Nog: Sir, I really must protest.
Sisko: Cadets don't have that privilege. Neither do you. Now, I know the two of you are very different people, but you're still friends, and somehow, some way, you'll make this work.
Jake: I don't know.
Nog: Neither do I.
Sisko: Well I do. And I'm your Captain. And I'm your father. And what I say goes. Good day, gentlemen.
Nog: Well, the place hasn't changed much, has it?
Jake: I guess not. Are you going to start cleaning again?
Nog: No. I've got to study.
Jake: Good, because it'll take a long time to clean up this pigsty.
Nog: It's not that bad.
Jake: It's bad.
Nog: Yeah.
Jake: You want to go to the gym? Healthy body, healthy mind.
Nog: I have a better idea. How about a game of dom-jot? I'll let you break.
Jake: You're on.
Odo: Quark? Quark!
Odo: Begin recording. Chief of Security's log, final entry. It looks like Quark didn't make it. I can't say I'm surprised. You'll find his body farther up the slope. No doubt he'd want you to vacuum-desiccate his remains and auction them off. Not that they're worth much. As for myself, cremate me, stick my ashes in my bucket, and shoot me through the wormhole. I might as well end up where I began. Or better yet
Bashir: Bashir to infirmary. Prepare an IV drip of poly-nutrient solution.
Medic: Aye, sir.
Odo: I'm alive.
Bashir: Yes. I'm going to see you stay that way.
Odo: Quark?
Worf: We found him on top of the mountain, slumped over a subspace transmitter.
Odo: You mean he made it?
Dax: If it wasn't for his signal, we never would have found you. Looks like he saved both of your lives.
Odo: I was afraid you'd say that.
Quark: Odo? Odo? Are you awake?
Odo: I am now.
Quark: We survived.
Odo: We did.
Quark: I bet you were surprised I actually made it all the way to the top.
Odo: Astounded.
Quark: You remember back there when I told you I hated you, and you told me you hated me?
Odo: Vividly.
Quark: I just wanted you to know I meant every word of it.
Odo: So did I.