Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Season 5 Episode 7

Sisko: I really wish I was going with you. Dax and I had some great times on Risa! (Jadzia laughs, Worf glares with jealousy) Curzon Dax!
Worf: Curzon. Of course.

Worf: (to Bashir) Do not hug me!

Quark: I have a little present for everyone. (reaches into the bag and begins handing out horga'hns to Bashir, Leeta, and Dax) One for you, one for you, one for you... (reaches Worf) And none for you.

(commenting about Julian and Leeta's break-up ceremony)
Quark: That's it?
Julian: That's it. What were you expecting?
Quark: I was expecting fireworks. Where's the anger? The vicious name-calling? The irrational accusations? I never would have agreed to be a witness if I'd known you were going to be so civil. It's disgusting.

Risan woman: You seek jamaharon?
Quark: I seek whatever you've got.
Risan woman: All that is ours is yours.
Quark: I'll take it.

Worf: The uplink. Give it to me.
Fullerton: Mister Worf, I suggest you all get off this planet as soon as possible. I have no wish to see you or your friends harmed.
Jadzia: Give us the uplink or the only person who'll be harmed is you.
Fullerton: I thought you were one of us.
Worf: Perhaps I was... for a time. But I believe the Federation will survive the Dominion, the Cardassians, the Borg... and even people like you.

Jadzia: As a Starfleet officer, I have the authority to arrest you for what you just did.
Fullerton: But that would be a waste of time. We both know the Risians won't prosecute. They don't have the courage for it. Believe me, I wish they did. (turns his attention to Worf) What did you think of our little demonstration, Commander Worf?
Worf: I can't condone what you did.
Fullerton: Maybe not, but I think you understand it.

Worf: A few months ago, when I was commanding the Defiant on a scouting mission into the Gamma Quadrant, we encountered a protostar cluster. A swirling mass of color, set against a background of glowing clouds and burning sky. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw... until now.
Jadzia: I've got to take you on vacation more often.

Fullerton: That's right. Take a good look. I can only imagine what you must think of me. A middle-aged, ponderous academic, sweating under the hot Risian suns, wasting his time telling you things you don't want to hear. But you know what I see when I look at you? Children. Pampered, spoiled children. Somehow the citizens of the Federation have come to believe that they're entitled to lives of ease and privilege. If you want something to eat, you get it from a replicator. If you want amusement, you go to a holosuite. And if you need protection, you call for Starfleet. But someday, someday soon, you're going to have to learn to take care of yourselves. Because if I see you as helpless children, then how do you think the Borg see you? Or the Romulans or the Cardassians? Or the Klingons or the Dominion? These empires look at the Federation and they see a prize, a prize we've forgotten how to protect. And if we don't change our ways, they're going to take it from us.

(talking about Curzon)
Arandis: We had a wonderful time. Until I killed him.
Worf: Killed him?
Arandis: Death by jamaharon. (to Dax) I suppose there are worse ways to go.
Jadzia: (reassuring) Trust me. He died happy.
Arandis: He was a very sweet old man.
Worf: I'll take your word for it.

Fullerton: The way I see it, we've got two options. We can either turn our back on childish things and re-embrace the hard work that built the Federation in the first place... or we can lie here, napping in the sun, until we wake up with Jem'Hadar guns to our heads. The choice is ours. Heaven help us if we make the wrong one.

Worf: Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin.
Quark: You call that a cabin? It's a cot and a waste disposal unit. It's so small, even I can't stand up in there. Look. I'm developing a slouch!
Worf: Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin now!

Worf: I am looking forward to spending some time alone with Lieutenant Commander Dax.
Jadzia: Isn't he sweet?