Major, is it my imagination, or do you have a hard time accepting compliments?
I have a hard time accepting compliments from you.
Well, I'll try to restrain my enthusiasm, [Leans in and whispers] but I can't make you any promises.
Deep Space Nine · Season 4
Major, is it my imagination, or do you have a hard time accepting compliments?
I have a hard time accepting compliments from you.
Well, I'll try to restrain my enthusiasm, [Leans in and whispers] but I can't make you any promises.
[Dukat has asked Kira to join him in his fight against the Klingons]
You know how to organize a resistance cell, you're an expert at terrorist tactics, you have close ties with Bajoran and Federation officials, and besides all that, it would give you a chance to do what you were meant to do.
No, thanks. I've already got a job.
What do you mean? On that space station? We both know your talents are being wasted there, co-ordinating docking assignments and leading training exercises. On Deep Space Nine, you're nothing but a bureaucrat, an administrator. If you come with me, you can be a soldier again. Think about it, Major—the chance to fight again against a superior foe in a righteous cause, to protect a defeated and broken people from a cruel aggressor. You know as well as I do that if Cardassia falls, Bajor is next. Help me stop the Klingons before you become their next target.
You're really serious about this.
Absolutely! Look, Major, I'm not asking you to like me or to be my friend. I'm asking you to join me, to fight at my side. You know what I'm doing is right, and it's what you want to do as well. I know that our past makes it difficult for you to accept me as an ally. I also know that every fiber of your being is telling you to say, "No, no, no," but somewhere I know there's a "Yes." You need to listen to that "Yes," not for my sake, not for Cardassia's, not even for Bajor's, but for your sake.
Well, Major, it appears that whether you like it or not, our lives have become deeply intertwined.
[Smiles] That really pleases you, doesn't it?
Pleases me? Major, it gives me reason to live.
Are you part of my family?
[Pauses a moment] I have no family.
What you have there is a sebaceous cyst.
I know it's a cyst, but it's getting bigger.
There's nothing to worry about. Dermatalogically speaking, you're perfectly healthy.
Oh, I'm perfectly healthy, except I've got a disgusting cyst on the back of my neck. Now either I paint a nose, eyes, and mouth on it and pretend I've got two heads, or you take it off.
I'll get you some paint.
Julian! Get it off me!
Alright, alright. But you know what they say: two heads are better than one.
Julian, I'm waiting!
211: “Employees are the rungs on the ladder of success—don't hesitate to step on them.”
“Never allow doubt to tarnish your lust for latinum.”
[threatening Rom's union members] If this was Ferenginar, I'd have you all taken to the spire of the Tower of Commerce, displayed to the crowds in the Great Marketplace below, then shoved off! One! By! One! Small children would bet on where you would land, and your spattered remains would be sold as feed mulch for gree-worms!
Forgive me, Major, I don't mean to be difficult, but your faith seems to have led you to something of a contradiction.
I don't see it as a contradiction.
I don't understand.
That's the thing about faith. If you don't have it, you can't understand it. And if you do, no explanation is necessary.
[O'Brien's quarters are a mess. He begins to straighten up for his wife Keiko, who is returning after a year away]
It is sort of a shame to pack this stuff away.
Wish we didn't have to.
It's like a sculpture, a monument to your year as a bachelor.
I suppose it is.
Who are we to dismantle this piece of art?
I don't know. But if we don't, Keiko will dismantle me.
Part of being a captain is knowing when to smile. Make the troops happy! Even when it's the last thing in the world you want to do. Because they are your troops, and you have to take care of them.
Life is a great deal more complicated in this red uniform.
Wait till you get four pips on that collar. You'll wish you had gone into botany.
[O'Brien is preparing to commit suicide]
Chief?
Get outta here, Julian.
You don't want to do this, Chief.
The hell I don't.
Look, I don't claim to know what you're going through, but whatever it is, it's not worth dying for.
You don't understand at all. I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing it to protect Keiko and Molly and everyone else on this station.
Protect us from what?
From me. I'm not the man I used to be. I'm dangerous. I nearly hit Molly today. All she wanted was a little attention, and I nearly hit her.
But you didn't. You're a good man, Miles Edward O'Brien, and whatever it is you think you've done wrong, you don't deserve to die.
Shields are down to 40 percent. That cruiser has us in weapons range. Do we make a run for it?
We run all right. Right at it.
[sarcastic understanding] Ahh... “Pattern Suicide". (reference to earlier confusion over what "Pattern Delta" was)
I heard you were back. (slaps Sisko) That's for making love to me under false pretenses! I was suspicious of you from the start.
You hid it well.
[Eddington has joined the Maquis]
I know you. I was like you once, but then I opened my eyes. Open your eyes, Captain. Why is the Federation so obsessed about the Maquis? We've never harmed you. And yet we're constantly arrested and charged with terrorism. Starships chase us through the Badlands, and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed. Why? Because we've left the Federation, and that's the one thing you can't accept. Nobody leaves Paradise. Everyone should want to be in the Federation. Hell, you even want the Cardassians to join. You're only sending them replicators so that one day they can take their rightful place on the Federation Council. You know, in some ways you're worse than the Borg. At least they tell you about their plans for assimilation. You're more insidious—you assimilate people and they don't even know it.
You know what, Mr. Eddington? I don't give a damn what you think of the Federation, or the Maquis, or anything else. All I know is that you betrayed your oath, your duty, and me. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I'll see you standing before a court-martial that'll break you and send you to a penal colony where you'll spend the rest of your days growing old and wondering whether a ship full of replicators was really worth it.
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