"In The Pale Moonlight" Line-by-Line

[Admiral Shran]

ODO: (to security) All right, keep an eye on him.

 

[Alienesse]

SISKO: What happened?

 

[Admiral Shran]

ODO: As I understand it, Mister Tolar over there came in about two hours ago and ordered a bottle of Whelan Bitters. Fifteen minutes later, he ordered a second bottle, then a third. Halfway through his fourth bottle he decided to dance with M'Pella. She was otherwise engaged running the dabo wheel and declined his invitation. He decided to force the issue. A brief struggle ensued and Quark, in an uncharacteristic display of chivalry, attempted to intervene, so Tolar stabbed him. Normally, he'd be sitting in a holding cell, but he claims he's a friend of yours.

 

[Athena28]

SISKO: He's no friend of mine, but he is working for me. It's an extremely sensitive matter concerning Federation security. I can't have any record of him being on the station.

 

[Admiral Shran]

ODO: I see. I am certainly aware of the need for special security measures during wartime, but as a matter of law, if Quark chooses to press charges against Tolar, I have no choice but to make an arrest.

 

[Athena28]

SISKO: May I speak to Quark?

 

[BlueStuff]

^
(Odo nods, Sisko goes over to Bashir and Quark.)
SISKO: How is he?

QUARK: How do I look? I'm a man who just had a brush with death.

 

[Alienesse]

BASHIR: He'll be fine. His ribs deflected the knife from his major organs. The bleeding was superficial.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

QUARK: Superficial? Do you know how much this shirt cost?

 

[Athena28]

SISKO: Will you excuse us for a moment, Doctor?

 

[Alienesse]

BASHIR: I'll check on you tomorrow.
(Bashir leaves.)

 

[Athena28]

SISKO: Do you intend to press charges?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

QUARK: You bet I do.

 

[Athena28]

SISKO: What will it take, er, to convince you otherwise?

 

[Alienesse]

QUARK: Are you offering me a bribe? I knew it. Captain, I've always liked you. I suspected that somewhere deep down in your heart of hearts there was a tiny bit of Ferengi just waiting to get out.

 

[BlueStuff]

SISKO: What's your price?

 

[Alienesse]

QUARK: Well, let's start with replacing my clothes and M'Pella's clothes.

 

[BlueStuff]

SISKO: All right.

 

[Alienesse]

QUARK: I'm not finished. I think I should be compensated for the loss of business I suffered today, which I calculate as no less than five bars of gold pressed latinum.

 

[BlueStuff]

SISKO: Done.