"Homefront"/"Paradise Lost" Line-by-Line

BASHIR: A Scotch, neat, and a pint of your finest bitter for my mate.

 

O'BRIEN: And make it quick. The cabbage crates will be coming back over the briny any minute now.

 

QUARK: All right, all right. I'd hate to let the "Jerries" strafe that "green and pleasant land" of yours while you two were taking time out for a drink.

 

BASHIR: No choice, man. Ritual, you know.

 

0'BRIEN: To Clive. The best bloke ever to prang his kite into the Channel.

 

BASHIR: Got to keep a stiff upper lip.

 

O'BRIEN: Hear, hear.

 

BASHIR: Down the hatch.
(They drain their glasses in one and make to smash them on the bar.)

 

QUARK: Ah! Ah! Now remember what I said about throwing glasses.

 

O'BRIEN: So, you want to go back up, have another crack at the Jerries?

 

BASHIR: I don't know. To tell you the truth, my heart isn't in it.

 

QUARK: Aren't you taking Clive's death a little seriously? After all, he was just a holosuite character.

 

O'BRIEN: It's not Clive. It's Earth. You probably wouldn't understand this, Quark; but when you care about a place and it's in trouble, and you want to do something about it and you can't; it's very frustrating.

 

QUARK: I know exactly what you mean. When the Great Monetary Collapse hit Ferenginar, I was hundreds of light years away, serving as a ship's cook on a long haul freighter. I can't tell you the heartbreak I suffered, knowing that rampant inflation and currency devaluation were burning like wildfires through the lush financial landscapes of my home. It still depresses me even today. I remember thinking my accounts needed me, and there was nothing I could do. I felt so, so helpless. So you see, I do understand.

 

O'BRIEN: Somehow, you telling me that doesn't make me feel the least bit better.

 

QUARK: Humans. All you care about is yourselves.

 

O'BRIEN: Odo, hang on a minute.

 

ODO: I take it the Battle of Britain has been won yet again.

 

BASHIR: There's a Spitfire with your name on it waiting in the hangar. When you get back from Earth, you can take Clive's place in the squadron.

 

ODO: Somehow, I doubt it.