"What You Leave Behind" Line-by-Line

MARTOK: Before you waste too many tears, remember, these are Cardassians lying dead at your feet. Bajorans would call this poetic justice.

 

SISKO: That doesn't mean I have to drink a toast over their bodies.
(Sisko and Ross pour their bloodwine on the ground and leave.)

 

Martok: Humans. Pah. Ka DiJaQ.

 

[Dominion briefing room]

BASHIR: Eight hundred million dead.

 

Garak: And casualty reports still coming in. Well, aren't you going to congratulate me, Doctor? My exile is now officially over, I've returned home. Or rather to what's left of it.

 

Bashir: Listen, I know that this must seem bleak

 

Garak: Some may say that we've gotten just what we deserved. After all, we're not entirely innocent, are we? And i'm not just talking about the Bajoran occupation. No, our whole history is one of arrogant aggression. We've collaborated with the Dominion, betrayed the entire Alpha Quadrant. Oh, no, no. There's no doubt about it. We're guilty as charged.

 

BASHIR: You and I both know that the Cardassians are a strong people. They'll survive. Cardassia will survive.

 

GARAK: Please, Doctor. Spare me your insufferable Federation optimism. Of course it will survive, but as not the Cardassia I knew. We had a rich and ancient culture. Our literature, music, art were second to none. And now, so much of it is lost. So many of our best people, our most gifted minds.

 

BASHIR: I'm sorry, Garak. I didn't mean...

 

Bashir: Oh, it's quite all right, Doctor. You've been such a good friend. I'm going to miss our lunches together.

 

BASHIR: I'm sure we'll see each other again.

 

GARAK: I'd like to think so, but one can never say. We live in uncertain times.

 

[Wardroom]

(The surrender documents are being signed.)

FOUNDER: The war between the Dominion and the Federation Alliance is now over.

 

ROSS: Four hundred years ago, a victorious general spoke the following words at the end of another costly war. "Today the guns are silent. A great tragedy has ended. We have known the bitterness of defeat and the exultation of triumph. From both we have learned there can be no going back. We must go forward to preserve in peace what we've won in war."
(Douglas McArthur, WW2.)

 

(The Founder is escorted from the table.)

FOUNDER: It's up to you now, Odo.

 

[Promenade]

EZRI: You're coming to Vic's tonight, right?

 

WORF: I will be there, but I will not dance.

 

EZRI: Who's asking?

 

SISKO: Commander Worf...