O'Brien: Okay...put a five right here, and it has to be an eight, down here. No--bloody heck, there's aready one, that row! Wait...but that means the three I put here was--SHOOT!
Bashir: Need any help, Chief, let me know.
Odo: So you confess to kicking down the doors to Quark's, grabbing his most prized stash of Aldeberan Whiskey, and throwing said crate full-throttle into the dabo table, blowing both to smithereens?
Kira: What are you gonna do about it?
Odo: Thank you for saving me the trouble.
Jake: DANGIT, DOC, I'M A WAR REPORTER, FOR PETE'S SAKE!
Bashir: THIS IS A WAR! AGAINST THE ELEMENTS!
O'Brien: Here, sir. What's the problem?
Sisko: Online RPGs.
Morn found himself appealing to the Prophets that this did not involve another apology....
