"Homefront"/"Paradise Lost" Line-by-Line

[BlueStuff]

QUARK: Is that what this is all about? Someone moved your furniture?

 

[Enterprise1981]

ODO: Not someone. Commander Dax. It's the fourth time she's done it this past year. She breaks into my quarters while I'm regenerating, and moves all my furniture out of alignment. Shifts one piece three centimeters to the left, the next four centimeters to the right. Not one object in my quarters is where it's supposed to be.

 

[BlueStuff]

QUARK: And that's a bad thing?

 

[Orac]

Odo: Everything I own is carefully and painstakingly arranged. Dax knows this, and yet she takes a perverse delight in throwing my quarters into chaos.

 

[LeadHead]

Quark: I'd hardly call 3 centimeters chaos.

 

[Orac]

Odo: Maybe you wouldn't, but I do. You humanoids are all alike. You have no sense of order. And Dax is the most humanoid person I know.

 

[LeadHead]

Sisko: (over comm) Sisko to Constable Odo.

 

[Orac]

Odo: Odo here.

 

[BlueStuff]

SISKO [OC]: Please report to Ops immediately.

 

[Orac]

Odo: Acknowledged.

 

[BlueStuff]

QUARK: When you see Dax, say hello to her for me.

 

[Orac]

[Ops]

Kira: How many people were at the conference?

 

[BlueStuff]

SISKO: 27, including the Tholian observer.

 

[Orac]

O'Brien: 27. It's unbelievable.

 

[MacLeod]

SISKO: The Federation President, Jaresh- Inyo has declared a planetwide day of mourning.

 

[BlueStuff]

(Odo enters)
SISKO: Constable, take a seat.

 

[MacLeod]

ODO: Of course.

 

[BlueStuff]

WORF: Ten minutes ago we received a recording of a high level diplomatic conference that took place between the Federation and the Romulan Empire on Earth a few days ago. Computer, begin replay at time index 5-9-11.
(The viewscreen shows a bunch of aliens milling around a table on stardate 49170.65, then there's an explosion and static.)

 

[MacLeod]

ODO: A bomb

 

[BlueStuff]

WORF: Of unknown composition.