Q: (impersonating a Bajoran waiter at the restaurant) I'm a friend. I'm giving you friendly advice. She's nothing but trouble.
Bashir: (waiting for Vash to arrive) Really? Well, I don't see that it's any of your business who I see. In fact, I'm having dinner with her now.
Q: Are you sure you're up to it? You look tired.
Bashir: I feel fine!
Q: No, no, no, you look very, very, tired. (gives Julian a suggestive yawn, overpowering him)
Bashir: (yawning) Oh, God. Funny. I do feel a bit, um... a bit spent. Maybe I should, uh... Maybe I should go lie down for a, for a, for a minute. (yawns again as he staggers out of the restaurant and leaves)
Q: (to himself as he waves goodbye) Hopefully, by yourself for a change.
O'Brien: (upon seeing Q) Bloody hell!