Julian Bashir: Quark, where do you want this?
Quark: What is it?
Julian Bashir: A case of Alvanian brandy. A patient sent it as payment but I can’t accept it.
Quark: Nice try, Doctor, but I don’t want your charity.
Julian Bashir: Oh, it’s not charity. I find it undrinkable. So do you want it or shall I dump it?
Jadzia Dax: Quark. My sister sent me these. I thought you might want them but they’re really ugly.
Rom: They’re not as ugly as the old ones, but they’re pretty bad.
Quark: This is all very amusing, but I can’t start a bar with a case of bad brandy and a set of ugly glasses.
Benjamin Sisko: Quark!
Quark: Yes, Captain?
Benjamin Sisko: We’re doing some structural repair work on level two of the Habitat ring. We need a place to store some extra furniture for the next few months and it looks like you have the room.
Odo: Captain, where do you want me to put all this furniture?
Benjamin Sisko: We have three levels, Constable. Use them all.
Odo: Understood.
Quark: Captain, you can’t do this! Not without paying a storage fee. A minimum storage fee. Practically nothing.
Benjamin Sisko: Send me the bill.
Quark: All right. Don’t just stand there, Odo. Move it all in.
Rom: Look at them, brother. And you thought you had no assets.
Quark: Sisko, Dax, Bashir, Morn? They’re my assets?
Rom: To name a few.
Quark: I guess you’re right. I need a drink.
The Love Pirate 