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Odo: "I heard an interesting rumor."
Quark: "Only one? I started at least twelve." |
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Garak: "May I offer you some free advice?"
Quark: "As long as I'm under no obligation to follow it." |
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Quark: "Consider the cloaking device a gift."
Rekelen: "I'm surprised. Ferengis aren't known for their
generosity."
Quark: "Oh, we are a deeply misunderstood race." |
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Garak: "Well, don't just stand there. Your ship's
waiting."
Quark: "I'm going to see to it that every Ferengi on the station
shops at your store."
Garak: (sarcastically) "That alone makes this all worthwhile." |
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Quark: "I never told you this Odo, but I consider
you as dear to me as my brother."
Odo: "And I see how well you treat him." |
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Garak: "You'd be surprised how detrimental a poor
choice of fashion can be. Take this dress: It may be all the rage now,
but it could quickly become tiresome, an affront to the eyes. Certain
people may even find it... objectionable. And then - nothing but rags...
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Odo: "So, how well does this woman know you? Just
enough to dislike you, or well enough to really hate you?"
Quark: "She used to work here at the station. She was a
correspondent for the Cardassian information service. It was before your
time."
Odo: "So... which is it: dislike or hate?"
Quark: "It's none of your business, but if you have to know... I
was the love of her life!"
Odo: "Must have been some life." |
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Quark: "Odo, look at me. I'm on my knees... I'm
begging you. I don't care why you do it... pick any reason you want. But
please, let Natima and the others go."
Odo: "All right. I'll do it."
Quark: "You will?"
Odo: "But not for you. Turning Hogue and Rekelen over to the
Cardassians will mean their deaths. I've read their files... and nothing
they've done warrants that kind of punishment. I'll free them, Quark.
But only in the name of justice."
Quark: "Justice... that was going to be my next suggestion. So,
you're really not doing this for me?"
Odo: "That's right."
Quark: "Then I don't owe you a thing. Thank you!" |