Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Season 6 Episode 13

(commenting on the character of Jadzia)
Darlene: Oh! She's got a worm in her belly!.... oh, that's disgusting.

Jimmy: (to Benny) I told you you were wasting your time. (shaking his head) A colored captain? The only reason they'll ever let us in space is if they need someone to shine their shoes. Ain't that right, Cassie?
Cassie: I don't know and to be honest, I don't much care about what happens a hundred years from now. It's today that matters.
Jimmy: Well, I got news for you. Today or a hundred years from now don't make a bit of difference; as far as they're concerened, we'll always be negroes.
Benny: Things are going to change. They have to.
Jimmy: You keep telling yourself that.

Herbert: Will someone please shoot me and put me out of my misery?!
Jules: Oh, how I long for a gun...

Sisko: Maybe, just maybe, Benny isn't the dream: we are. Maybe we're nothing more than figments of his imagination. For all we know, at this very moment, somewhere out there, far beyond all those distant stars... Benny Russell is dreaming about us.

Benny: I'm tired of being calm! Calm's never gotten me a damn thing!
Pabst: I'm warning you, Benny - if you don't stop, I'm calling the police.
Benny: Call them! Go ahead! They can't do anything to me! Not anymore. None of you can. I'm a human being, dammit! You can deny me all you want, but you can't deny Ben Sisko! He exists! That space station - those people, that future - they exist! In here. In my mind. You hear what I'm telling you? You can destroy the story, but you cannot destroy an idea. That's ancient knowledge! That future is real - I made it real! You hear me - it's real!

Benny: What about my story?
Pabst: The way I see it, you can either burn it or you can put in a drawer for fifty years or however long it takes the human race to become colorblind.

Herbert: Congratulations, Douglas. That's the most imbecilic attempt to rationalize personal cowardice I've ever heard.
Kay: Uh-oh, he's angry now.
Pabst: Herb's been angry ever since Joseph Stalin died.

Pabst: I'm sorry, Benny. I wish things were different, but they're not.
Benny: Wishing never changed a damn thing.
Pabst: Come on, Benny... it's just a photo.
Benny: I'll try to remember that.

Herbert: (sarcastic) If the world's not ready for a woman writer - imagine what would happen if it learned about a Negro with a typewriter - run for the hills! It's the end of civilization!

Pabst: Next order of business, some of our readers have been writing in, wanting to know what you people look like.
Kay: Write back and tell them we look like writers. Poor, needy and incredibly attractive.

Herbert: I can see it now - the lonely, little girl, befriended by empathethic aliens who teach her how to smile... (shudders) it's enough to make you go out and buy a television.

Kay: Voila! A pitcher of plain water instantly becomes a pitcher of ice tea.
Julius: Incredible. White Rose Redi-Tea. What an appalling concept.
Kay: I bet H.G. Wells would've liked it.