



The Bajorans are, well, they’re like my children, I suppose. And like any father, I want only what’s best for them. And you still feel like that now, after some of your children have tried to kill you?
What do you think is gonna happen here, Dukat? That you’re gonna wear me down with your charming personality? That I’m gonna be swept off my feet by that insincere smile?
It’s going to require an enormous number of ships, a massive occupation army and constant vigilance.
Cardassians do like to talk. I suppose it can be a failing at times.