Bashir: The nacelles on the runabout went round and round, round and-
O'Brien: Ssh! I'm writing!
Bashir: Miles, for the sake of your dignity you have to drop this poetry lark...
Odo thinking: she's even beautiful when she sulks!
Jake: I didn't think gathering medical supplies would be this dangerous!
Bashir: It's not all glamour being a CMO you know, sometimes you have to turn to the underworld for items of a special nature...
O'Brien: What's this?
Sisko: Remedial classes for station operations.
Worf: (muttering) I must not use Morn's head as a bongo, I must not use Morn's head as a bongo, I must not...