Little Green Men Line-by-Line

NOG: My dad. Always thinking.

 

ODO: If this doesn't work, I'm holding you personally responsible.

 

QUARK: I don't remember inviting you on this trip.

 

ROM: We're at the target site. Hold on!

 

(There's a flash and the mushroom cloud rises.)

QUARK: I don't like this.

 

ODO: Rom, tell your brother it's going to be all right.

 

ROM: It's going to be all right, brother! ... I hope.

 

(And the shuttle appears in space. The occupants wake up.)

NOG: Did we make it?

 

ROM: This doesn't look like the Divine Treasury.

 

QUARK: What year is this?

 

ODO: What's that flashing indicator

 

ROM: We're being hailed!

 

QUARK: Answer them, answer them!

 

HUMAN [OC]: This is Earth Orbital Control to the unidentified Ferengi vessel. Do you need assistance?

 

NOG: Yes. Definitely.

 

HUMAN [OC]: We'll send a ship to tractor you to a docking facility.

 

QUARK: Just remember. Under that placid Federation veneer, humans are still a bunch of violent savages.

 

NOG: Maybe. But I like 'em.