Martok: "And so then I said to him, "meddle with my bloodwine, will you? I'll help you make your own!" You see I stabbed him through the stomach: believe me, plenty of blood and whining followed! Ha ha, I kill. No seriously, that's why I'm on detached leave at present, he died..."
Bashir: "Now, Worf, steady...let's not jump to conclusions. The most likely cause is simply the trauma your body's been through lately"
Worf: "It's not me! I
know it's him!"
Bashir: "There's no proof of that"
Worf: "Every time the farting noise is heard, the Breen is suspiciously facing the wall, slouching nonchalantly.
There it is again!"
*Breen makes deliberate farting noise, everyone looks at Worf*
Ben Sisko: "And when Nog asks you for a deal, you screw up your face like
this while making
this gesture with your hands. Then, in a strong Italian accent, you give him a firm, respectful and meaured but vaguely threatening answer. The word "respect" should be used. Oh, and if you want to call yourself "Don Sisko", do so..."