Amaro: He asked me to get a coil spanner for him, I just turned my back for a second.
Garak: That’s a shame. And the worst part of it is, this isn’t a coil spanner. (stabs Amaro) It’s a flux coupler.
Garak: We had a rich and ancient culture. Our literature, music, art were second to none. And now, so much of it is lost. So many of our best people, our most gifted minds.
Bashir: I’m sorry, Garak. I didn’t mean…
Garak: Oh, it’s quite all right, Doctor. You’ve been such a good friend. I’m going to miss our lunches together.
(Garak starts to laugh)
Damar: I fail to see what is so funny, Garak.
Garak: Isn’t it obvious? Here we are, ready to storm the castle, willing to sacrifice our lives in a noble effort to slay the Dominion beast in its lair and we can’t even get inside the gate.
(Kira is laughing too)
Kira: Maybe we could go to the door and ask the Jem'Hadar to let us in.
Damar: Or just have them send the shape-shifter out to us.
(Everyone starts to laught hysterically)
Garak: Oh, you’ll have to do something about him long before that, Commander.
Kira: Thanks for all your help.
Garak: You seemed to have things well under control.
Kira: Did I?
Garak: Despite his statement to the contrary, Rusot will not wait until the end of the war to make his move. I suggest you don’t wait either. Kill him before he kills you.
Kira: Don’t you ever touch me again.
Rusot: I guess I hit a nerve.
Kira: No, this (Kira presses her arm around his neck) is hitting a nerve. Stop pushing me or I’ll make you realise just how many nerves you have in that miserable body.
(Kira lets Rusot go)
Rusot: When this is all over and the Dominion is defeated
Kira: You won’t have any trouble finding me.
Garak: I must tell you I’m disappointed hearing you mouthing the usual platitudes of peace and friendship regarding an implacable foe like the Romulans. But, I live in hope that one day you’ll come to see this universe for what it truly is, rather than what you’d wish it to be.
Bashir: Well, I shall endeavour to become more cynical with each passing day, look gift horses squarely in the mouth and find clouds in every silver lining.
Garak: If only you meant it.
Bashir: I’ll be giving a talk on Dominion biogenic weapons, chairing a seminar on Ketracel white, and attending a meeting on a proposal to transfer twenty five Federation hospital ships over to Romulan control.
Garak: How dull.
Bashir: Sorry to disappoint you. Admiral Ross and his staff will be discussing the exciting military issues.
Garak: I see. I trust that Starfleet Intelligence will be sending someone along to make good use of this opportunity.
Bashir: What do you mean?
Garak: Isn’t it obvious? This is a golden opportunity to gather intelligence on Romulan intentions and military capabilities.
Bashir: They’re our allies, Garak. And with any luck, this could be the beginning of a entirely new friendship between our peoples.
Garak: The eternal optimist.
Bashir: Guilty as charged.
Garak: How sad.
I want to know you the way you really are.
