Major Kira, You know that smoky cloud of light thing Odo envelops you in?
Yeah, he was picking your pocket. I want my dirty playing cards back, Odo!
All right, we've narrowed down the smell. Now which one of us is going to tell Worf about his halitosis?
<All look at Dax>
No way. I'm still paying for telling him about his overuse of capital 'H.'