June 23

[Sa'ar Chasm]

Garak: Alright, here's the plan. We reprogram Tain's transmitter to contact the runabout in orbit.
Worf: Runabout in orbit? Isn't that a bit too convenient?
Garak: Doctor Bashir says it's Divine Providence. I think it means he's working for the Dominion.

This might have explained a few things if I'd picked up on it first, rather than waiting for mudshark to ask for an explanation.

Dukat: (over the comm) Friends, Cardassians, countrymen, lend me your ears. Now that I have sold out Cardassia to the Dominion for a place of power again, I think we should all start remembering the golden rule: Now that I have the gold, I make the rules.

*g*

Martok: It's time for you to fight the Jem'Hadar.
Worf: Excellent. What are the rules of engagement?
Martok: I'd tell you, but the first two rules explicitly say I can't talk about it.

*snicker*

Jem'Hadar Man: I hate you, Klingon Man.
Worf: Then why is it whenever we have a fight, I win?
Jem'Hadar Man: I guess I'm just a degraded man.

I didn't realise the camp was in Istanbul (not Constantinople)

Martok: You're doing great, Worf. Just think of the epic song that will be sung about us! I bet it'll be 100 cantos long.
Worf: I'm just interested in the part that talks about how this ends.
Martok: You mean the part with the Holy Pilgrim?

Canterbury Tales?

Ziyal: When the Skreeans came on board, you thought they were going to take over the station.
Quark: They were!

What do you think all the skin flakes were for? They were marking their territory.

Breen: Blah... Mwuh... Ugh... Mwar... Blurgh. (Belch.)
Other Jem'Hadar and Breen: GAK!
Bashir: Poor Breen. He only had a few years left on his sentence here too.

The sentence he was serving, or the one he was saying?

Worf: Good thing you beamed me out when you did. I couldn't take much more of that cartoon violence.

Duck sea-- wait, that's been done.

Dax: The Bashir Changeling's trying to blow up the sun! He's got trilithium missiles!
Kira: Then let's destroy the shuttle for everyone here and their future generations!

Allusions, allusions everywhere, and not a drop to drink. Or something.

Zeke: I'm bored. Where are you going with this?

Marc: Up, apparently.

*g* Master of the comically obvious.

Kira: I thought you said we were going somewhere original!

Derek: It's hard to get more original than the original.

I really should have seen that coming. I need to be more alert when I read these things.

(Kira freezes Zeke with an ice missile and jumps on him to reach a nearby cliff)

Kira: Later guys!

Marc: Hmm...

That was unexpected.

Onwards!