O'Brien: Well there was something organic here, but the trail has long since vaporized from ambient radiation. What kind of pet did you say you lost back here?
Garak: It was a cat. Named Legate Yum Yum.
Nog: If it did not have a collar it would be returned to its organic constituents!
Garak: He had
- a collar!
Kira: I once liberated a prison detail of a thousand with a raid on Cardassian Central Command; and here I am reduced to hunting for a lost Cardie cat.
Sisko: It's either this or we finish out our shifts at Ops.
Kira: Here Legate Yum Yum! Here kitty kitty!
"Listen, are you quite sure the force field is on?"
"If you touch it, it will really
- touch it!"
"Make you void your bowels. Zap!"
"It's just - I will feel really stupid if it's not even turned on."
Sisko: Quiet, Mister Worf. I will pretend to pleasure myself and you watch the hole in the ceiling.
Worf <powers phase rifle>: It is a good day to die.