EZRI: Say, why does Ben always put me in the role of a lesbian?
Rush Limborg:Well...it may have something to do with your mirror-double....
Ezri: Well, I'm not my mirror-double, am I?
Rush Limborg: No...you're not. So...maybe it's because he finds lesbians sexy?
Ezri: Really? I had no
idea he was such a masochist!
Rush Limborg: Ah...what does masochism have to do with it?
Ezri: Frankly, Rush...men as a rule have no chance when their dream girl prefers other girls to
them....
Rush Limborg: I...see.... Well...good thing you're
not, then.
Ezri: Ah...he's not exactly my type.
Rush Limborg: I kinda figured....
(long pause)
Ezri: Don't
you get any ideas, mister. I'm taken.
Rush Limborg: Oh, right....
(Hey...a guy can dream, though. Moving right along...)
Joran: Now, in order to gain the most from this beauty, my dear, you must position yourself like
so...
Ezri: Get--your--slimy--hand--off--my--
thigh.
Joran: (smirking) Or...
what?
Ezri: Or so help me...the last thing you will know in this life is the feeling of this thing...shoved down your
throat.
Joran: (grinning) Sure. I'd like to see you
try.
Ezri: Joran...if I could handle
Worf....
Joran: Of course. My apologies....
(removes his hand)