"You are Cordially Invited..." Line-by-Line
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WORF: Of course. However, in this case, that may not be enough. Anyone can see that we are hopelessly mismatched. She is a Trill, I am a Klingon. She has had five marriages, this would be my first. When she is laughing, I am somber. When I am happy, she is crying. She plays tongo with the Ferengi bartender. I can barely stand him. She mocks everything, while I take everything seriously. She is nothing like the woman I thought I would marry.
MARTOK: We are not accorded the luxury of choosing the women we fall in love with. Do you think Sirella is anything like the woman I thought that I'd marry? She is a prideful, arrogant, mercurial woman who shares my bed far too infrequently for my taste. And yet I love her deeply. We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle, our desire for honor and glory above all else. But how hollow is the sound of victory without someone to share it with. Honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home and in his heart.
Obrien watches the large platter as it was placed before a ravenous Bashir.
O'BRIEN: I should've had that.
O'BRIEN: I should've had that.
BASHIR: We'll wait.
SISKO: It's back on.
SISKO: Quark, take it all away. No food for those on the path to Kal'Hyah.
(Worf enters.)
ALEXANDER: Father, what happened?
ALEXANDER: Father, what happened?
(The Klingon decorations start to come down again.)
SISKO: Where is she?
SISKO: Where is she?
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