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Orbiting the liberated planet of Bajor, a Federation space station guards the opening of a stable wormhole to the far side of the galaxy.
Garak: [Cornered by a group of Klingons in his store] Well, let me guess! You're either lost, or desperately searching for a good tailor.
Doctor Bashir: [Shoots at Garak and inspects the injury] You'll be fine, it's just a flesh wound. Garak: That was awfully close. What if you killed me? Doctor Bashir: What makes you think I wasn't trying? Garak: Doctor, I do believe there's hope for you yet.
Chief O'Brien: Four weeks! Are you telling me I've been hanging around a Changeling for over a month? Doctor Bashir: And you never suspected it wasn't me?
Odo: You're still disgusting! Quark: Wouldn't have it any other way!
Odo: I have my eye on you, Quark. Quark: [Jadzia Dax walks by] And I have my eye on you, Jadzia.
Damar: You don't have anything to hide, do you? [Looks at Leeta as she walks past] Damar: You certainly don't.
Major Kira: [Dukat's ship is pursuing the Dominion fleet] Dukat! Stop trying to be a hero, get back to the station! Gul Dukat: Your concern is touching, Major. But I'm afraid you misunderstand me. I'm not attacking the Dominion fleet, I'm joining it.
Gowron: Think of it! Five years ago no one had ever heard of Bajor or Deep Space Nine, and now, all our hopes rest here!