I should have listened to my father. He always warned me this would happen.
[scoffs] What, that you'd spend your final hours in jail? I could have told you that.
No, he warned me never to leave home. There were plenty of business opportunities right outside my door, but no! I had to listen to the Seventy-Fifth Rule of Acquisition: “Home is where the heart is, but the stars are made of latinum.” A lifetime of plotting and scheming, wheeling and dealing, and what has it got me? One measly little bar. My uncle Frin owns thirty, and my cousin Gaila-
I know. [sarcastically] "He owns a moon!"
I told you that?
Many times.
It's a small moon, but big enough to live on.
Come on, Quark. You've done alright for yourself.
"What do you know about it?
Quark, I've met a lot of Ferengis in my time, and the truth is, while some of them have been more wealthy, I've never met one more devious."
Really?
Would I lie?
I guess not. Thank you, Odo. That means a lot to me. Now, can I have the phaser back?
No.









