"You are Cordially Invited..." Line-by-Line

SIRELLA: I am familiar with Klingon history. Now, return to the story of my twenty third maternal grandmother, Shenara, daughter of Emperor Reclaw in the Second Dynasty.

 

Dax: Well, that's where we run into a little bit of a problem. You see, I did some research and when Emperor Re'Klaa was killed, all members of the royal family were put to death, including Sha'Nara. When the 3rd dynasty was founded 10 years later, a new group of Klingons were given the titles and the names of the original Imperial family to create the illusion of an unbroken line. So the woman that you think of as your 23rd maternal grandmother isn't related to you at all. Your real ancestors name was Korana, a concubine living outside the imperial stables.

 

SIRELLA (slamming her hands down on the table): My grandmother's name was Shenara.

 

Dax: That may be what's been passed down from generation to generation, but it has no basis in fact. But who cares about facts? The chronicle says that you have imperial blood in your veins and that's exactly what we'll keep telling everyone.

 

SIRELLA: Continue with the saga.

 

Dax: My pleasure.

 

[Promenade]


JAKE: Hey, Major. Is it true Dax is having a party tomorrow night?

 

Kira: News travels fast.

 

Jake: Well, is it by invitation or?

 

KIRA: I'm sure you're welcome, and you can tell Nog the same goes for him too.

 

JAKE: Great.

 

KIRA: Oh, I understand congratulations are in order to our newest published author.

 

Jake: Thank you.

Odo comes out of his office, awkwardly looks at Kira then heads off in the opposite direction.

Jake: What was that all about?

 

KIRA: Nothing. There they go. (Bashir, Alexander, Sisko and O'Brien with staves and robes.) They look so serious.

 

Jake: Its all an act. They don't want the rest of us to know what kind of debauchery they're up to.

 

KIRA: Like what?

 

Jake: It's a Klingon bachelor party. Use your imagination.

 

Later in the holo suite cave.

Worf: Now begins the trial of blood.

 

MARTOK: Let rivers flow from our veins.

 

WORF: Who will be the first? (Sisko, O'Brien and Alexander all take one step back to leave someone who is almost asleep on his feet.) I did not expect it to be you, Doctor.