Garak: How’s that?
Quark: Awful! Did you hear that sound of bone snapping? I don’t want that to be the last thing I hear!
Garak: It wasn’t that loud.
Quark: You don’t have these ears. Snapping vertebrae is out!
Garak: We’re running out of options, Quark. You don’t want to be vaporized because you need a body; the disrupter ruined your clothing, the knife was too savage, the nerve gas smelled bad, hanging took too long, and poison… What was was wrong with poison?
Quark: It doesn’t work! If I know the food is poisoned I won’t eat it.
Garak: For a man who wants to kill himself you’re strangely determined to live.
Quark: I’m going to die, don’t you worry about that. I just want to find the right way.
Garak: Right way?
Quark: I don’t want to see it coming. Or hear it. Or feel it or smell it. I just want to go on with my life and then… [snaps his fingers] …I’m dead!
Garak: Ah! You want to be surprised!
Quark: Exactly! I want to wake up in the Divine Treasury and have no idea how I got there.
Garak: I see. Perhaps that can be arranged.
Quark: Really?
Garak: You have my word. You’ll never know what hit you.