Game "Our Man Bashir" DS9 Line-by-Line

EDDINGTON: A few? It's like a junkyard in here.

 

ROM: My brother won't let me buy new components so I've had to scavenge for what I need.

 

QUARK: I'm barely breaking even on the holosuites as it is. If I had to buy new equipment every time there was a glitch.

 

EDDINGTON: Where's the core memory interface?

 

ROM: Oh it's right behind the spatula.

 

EDDINGTON: The spatula?

 

ROM: It's made of a copper-Ytterbium composite, the perfect plasma conductor.

 

(Eddington scans the innards with a tricorder.)
EDDINGTON: I've found them. All five of their physical patterns are in here and they're stable.

 

ODO: Why here?

 

EDDINGTON: The holosuite is specifically designed to store highly complex energy patterns. The computer's processing their physical patterns as if they were holosuite characters. Trouble is, I'm not reading any neural energy.

 

ROM: Neural energy has to be stored at the quantum level. The holosuite can't handle that.

 

ODO: So if their physical bodies are stored here, where are their brain patterns?

 

QUARK: Everywhere else. Their brain patterns are so large that they're taking up every bit of computer memory on the station. Replicator memory, weapons, life support.

 

ODO: He may be right. So what do we do about it? How do we get them back?

 

[Holosuite - Paris nightclub]

(The joint is jumping with go-go dancers in cages.)
BASHIR: I'd like to see Doctor Noah. I have an invitation.
(The flunky goes behind the decorative glass window - as previously broken - then gestures for them to come over. A large figure in a white jacket is playing baccarat.)

 

WORF: May I see your invitation?

 

BASHIR: Dr. Noah?

 

WORF: I am Duchamps. I am Doctor Noah's associate.

 

BASHIR: May I?
(Bashir joins the game.)
BASHIR: My name's Merriweather. Patrick Merriweather. And this is my wife Anastasia. And my friend Mister Garak.
(Worf kisses Kira's hand.)

 

WORF: Charmed. Your invitation, Mister Merriweather?