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

Sisko: I don't see any problem with that. He's the only officer I know who can never get enough work.

 

MARTOK: At least if he's busy he'll stop going on about this wedding of his. There were times aboard the Rotarran he nearly drove me mad. Until his son arrived, it was all he could talk about. Then Alexander became all he could talk about. The man is nothing if not single-minded.

 

Martok starts to look at Sisko's baseball on the desk. Sisko picks it up.

Sisko: I've never met Worf's son, what's he like.

 

MARTOK: He's a fine boy. Dedicated, eager. He has the heart of his father, but he's not the best soldier I've ever seen.

 

[Quark's]

ALEXANDER: But when he ordered me to bring the system back online I thought he was still talking about the hydrostatic system, so...

 

DAX: You didn't engage the pumps while the check valves were open?

 

WORF (face-palming to express his disinterest in the idle chit-chat): He did.

 

Alexander: I flooded the entire deck with superheated hydraulic fluid. It took me three days to clean it up, but I swear it still smells like burnt dog hair in there.

 

Dax: Remind me to keep you away from the Defiant. You're a menace.

 

ALEXANDER: The Rotarran's crew actually thinks of me as a good luck charm. You know, the more mistakes I make, the safer they feel. I hope the Ya'Vang's crew feels the same way.

 

Worf: The Ya'Vang?

 

ALEXANDER: I got new orders this morning. The battle cruiser Ya'Vang took heavy losses in their last engagement so most of the Rotarran's crew are being transferred there at the end of the week, including me. More bloodwine?

 

Dax: Why not?

 

WORF: No, not for me.


(Alexander leaves the table with Dax's mug.)

 

QUARK: Handsome young man. He must get his looks from his mother's side.

 

WORF: What do you want?

 

QUARK: Have you had a chance to reconsider my offer?

 

WORF: We are not getting married in this bar. The ceremony will take place on the Klingon homeworld after the war.

 

DAX: Worf, let's do it here. This week, before Alexander leaves.

 

QUARK: Perfect. I'll handle all the arrangements.