Oh, finally. I've been waiting twenty minutes for you two to get out of that holosuite.
I'm sorry, Julian. We lost track of time.
Doing what? You were supposed to be up there exercising. I don't see any sweat. Where are all the bruises, the broken bones, the blood?
We were talking.
For an hour and forty five minutes?
It is a private matter.
Worf's having trouble getting it up.
It was a private matter.
If you're interested, I could sell you some Viagra--and at a considerable discount I might add!
Quark (whispering to Gaila):
Should we tell him he's holding it backwards?
Gaila (whispering back):
Only if you want to end up like Farrakk...
It wasn't until half-way through their routine that Quark realized the Klingon Ballroom Dance Competition was to the death.
Oooh! Oooh! I know! I know! The answer is 47!
I haven't called on you yet, Quark...and what are you doing in my class with a phaser!?
Some days you get the tribble. Other days the tribble gets you.