Quark: Take it easy, Major! Don't be such a...such a...oh what do you people call it...like that metal thing that glows with fire....
Kira: A firebrand?
Quark: No....that other thing, you know, part of an internal combustion engine.
O'Brien: A spark plug?
Quark: No, that's not it. It's more like...when you're in the desert and that thing gets full of something....
Kira: Grit?
O'Brien: Sand?
Kira: Gumption?
O'Brien: Cajones?
Quark: No.....you know, like a detective.
Kira: Scrappy?
O'Brien: Hardboiled?
Quark: No, more like...that beef jerky stuff....
Kira: Whipcord?
O'Brien: Sinewy?
Kira: Knotty?
O'Brien: Calloused?
Quark: That's it! Coriaceous!
O'Brien: Coriaceous. He was trying to say Coriaceous.
Kira: WTF is that supposed to mean?
Quark: You know....tough like leather, but still pliable and...oh what's that word? Like a duck.
O'Brien: Ductile?
Kira: Malleable?
Quark: No....like Rom's skull after calibrating the phase inducers....
O'Brien: Plastic?
Kira: Tensile?
O'Brien: Tractile?
Kira: Waxy?
Quark: No......
O'Brien: Wax-like?
Quark: No....
O'Brien: Waxen?
Quark: Look it's nothing to do with wax, all right??
O'Brien: Conciliatory?
Kira: Concordant?
O'Brien: Whippy?
Quark: No................... TRUCKLING! That's it!
Kira: HTF IS THAT LIKE A DUCK???
Quark: You know, like the story of that Atrocious Duckling.
O'Brien: I think he means Ugly?
Kira: An ugly duckling??
Quark: Not that one....like that guy in the bell tower story.
Q'Brien: Quasimodo?
Quark: Not that bell tower story, the other bell tower story....
Kira: What were we talking about anyway?
O'Brien: You were about to bust Quark and he said don't be so...oh what was that word again?
Quark: Scrofulous?
O'Brien: No.....
Kira: Compsognathus?
O'Brien: That's it. He called you a very small bipedal carnivorous dinosaur of the late Jurassic period.
Kira: Oh, I'll show you a very small bipedal carnivorous dinosaur of the late Jurassic period!
Quark: A THESAURUS! THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO GET ROM FOR HIS BIRTHDAY WHEN WE WERE TEN!!! Excuse me, I gotta go call Moogie!
Kira: Think we'll still be alive when he figures out his point forty years from now?
O'Brien: With my luck? No bloody doubt.
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