When I reach the halls of the hallowed dead, I will find your beloved, and remind her that her husband is a noble warrior, and that he still loves no one but her. Goodbye, my friend. Live well.
Darok, give me that bottle! [seizes a bottle of bloodwine from one of his subordinates and knocks the top off it with his dagger] To Kor! The Dahar Master, and noble warrior to the end!
Let me tell you something about hu-mons, nephew. They're a wonderful, friendly people as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working, but take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time and those same, friendly, intelligent, wonderful people will become as nasty and as violent as the most bloodthirsty Klingon. You don't believe me? Look at those faces. Look in their eyes.
(to Benyan, a Pagh-Wraith worshipper) I've always found that when people try to convince others of their beliefs, it's because they're really trying to convince themselves.
If you hadn't stopped him, he would've killed them all, and no one would have known his body wasn't among the remains. That sounds like the same old Dukat to me.
When the war began, I wasn't happy or anything. But I was eager. I wanted to test myself. I wanted to prove I had what it took to be a soldier. And I saw a lot of combat. I saw a lot of people get hurt. I saw a lot of people die. But I didn't think anything was going to happen to me. And then suddenly, Dr. Bashir is telling me he has to cut my leg off. I couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it. If I can get shot, if I can lose my leg, anything can happen to me, Vic. I could die tomorrow. I don't know if I'm ready to face that. If I stay here, at least I know what the future is going to be like.
VFVic Fontaine
You stay here, you're gonna die. Not all at once, but little by little. Eventually, you'll become as hollow as I am.
Compared to you, I'm hollow as a snare drum. Look, kid, I don't know what's going to happen to you out there. All I can tell you is that you've got to play the cards life deals you. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But at least you're in the game.
Ezri Tigan—Dax—you tell your commanding officer that your mother is a very difficult woman and that she refuses to help look for Mr. O'Brien unless you're allowed to return home right away.