"For the Uniform" Line-by-Line

DAX: Well, what do we use? Cups and a long string?

 

O'Brien: We'll have to improvise. Let me introduce you to your new comm system. Cadet!

 

Nog: Cadet Nog, reporting as ordered, sir.

 

SISKO: Stand easy.

 

O'BRIEN: With most of the bridge control functions offline, all orders to Engineering have to be relayed. In the interests of clarity I thought it best that those messages be relayed with one voice, Mr. Academy here. I figured you'd want someone who could hear you while the bridge is exploding all around you.

 

Nog: Exploding?

 

SISKO: We may be going into a combat situation. Do think you're ready for that, Cadet?

 

NOG: Sir. Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.

 

SISKO: I'm glad to hear it. Report to the Bridge.

 

NOG: Aye, sir. (as he leaves) Exploding?

 

O'BRIEN: Let me give you all the bad news at once, sir. We have no cloak, no transporters, no replicators and the stabilizing gyros are at only 50%. So don't ask for any sharp turns, unless you want to end up doing barrel rolls.

 

Dax: That could be fun.

 

SISKO: Do you have any good news, Chief?

 

O'BRIEN: The new holo-communicator I installed works perfectly.

 

Sisko: Let's be thankful for small favours. Prepare for departure.

 

^continuing

Corridor

Sisko: All right, say it.

Dax: What?

 

SISKO: That I have lost all perspective. That I'm turning this into a vendetta between me and Eddington. That I'm putting the ship, the crew and my entire career at risk; and if I had any brains at all I'd go back to my office, sit down and read Odo's crime reports.

 

Dax: I wasn't going to say that.

 

Sisko: But that's what you were thinking, right?

 

DAX: No. Actually, what I was thinking is, you're becoming more like Curzon all the time.