tell me you'll be with me in just a parsec. No jury will convict me.
Damn! The Jem'Hadar found your father's baseball first.
Little help! Hey!
Don't bother, Jake.
They're pretending not to hear us. Hey! We know you can hear us! You have ear holes!
No, Jake. They don't.
Let it go, Jake. They don't like ear jokes.
Oh come on...
The Jem'Hadar: No ear jokes, and an almost fanatical devotion to the space pope.
Captain Sisko, ordering a subordinate officer to overload and then disengage a fusion reactor until reaching fatal levels of radiation is hardly a sporting conclusion to a simple game of musical chairs, don't you think?
What do we tell security?
I don't care what you tell them. Someone put pigweed in my mulligan stew.