
Worf: "Five bars of gold-pressed latinum says you can't fling that thing into Keiko's left butt cheek."
O'Brien: "Was that Odo?"![]()
Quark: "OWWW!"
O'Brien: "I'm counting that as a bullseye."
Worf: "Agreed."
Odo: Best Birthday Ever.
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O'Brien: "Julian, I don't recall any tanks at the Battle of the Alamo."
Bashir: "You're right, Chief."
Quark: "Morn has 50 strips of latinum on the Mexicans. I just wanted to tip the odds a bit..."
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O'Brien: "Commander, if I may be so bold as to offer advice: Sometimes, you just gotta say, 'what the fuck.' 'What the fuck' gives you freedom. Freedom brings opportunity. Opportunity makes your future."
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Worf: "Sir, I don't think that method will be an effective solution for the station's cockroach problem."
O'Brien: "You don't need to call me 'sir'. I don't outrank you."^sir?...![]()
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Worf: "Sir, I don't think that method will be an effective solution for the station's cockroach problem."
O'Brien: "You don't need to call me 'sir'. I don't outrank you."^sir?...![]()
Worf: "You used to. Wait. What rank are you this week? Lieutenant? Petty Officer? I've lost track."
O'Brien: "It's okay, Worf. Even I'm not sure what rank I am today."
Comm: "Acting Yeoman O'Brien report to Ops..."
O'Brien: "Bloody hell!"
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