Pirate King: HE DID?!? … oh… oh, yes so he did… I was there.

Now wait a second. I don’t think Quark ever sold shoddy merchandise. Overpriced? Sure! Stolen? Probably! Contraband? Absolutely! But low quality merchandise doesn’t breed customer loyalty. It doesn’t generate repeat business.

Remember the 57th rule of acquisition: Good customers are as rare as latinum. Treasure them.

https://archive.org/download/OTRR_X_Minus_One_Singles

Who grades the test? Who judges the competition?

The true captain will give up the chair rather than see it cut in half.

There are three things you need to remember as a starship captain: 1) keep your shirt tucked in; 2) go down with the ship; and 3) detailed knowledge of ornithology.

Yes

God dammit Loch Ness monster, I ain’t gonna give you no tree fiddy.

Halley is the one who predicted its return mathematically. I’d say that’s more significant than seeing it twice in one lifetime and supposing that it’s the same comet.

Sorry, I lost the world’s smallest violin. This is the best I can do: 🖕

Homer, give him what he wants!

After he finished, [official scribe Jacob] Shallus had to deal with several mistakes that he had made during that rushed weekend of exacting labor. […] But he also used a penknife to scrape away an entire line of text near the bottom of page one, leaving behind a roughed-up band that now appears gray from grime.

https://www.archives.gov/publications/prologue/2012/fall/const-errors.html

So it would seem to have been a transcription error that was scraped off.

Unpopular opinion: Considering the fully automated luxury space communism Bashir has spent his whole life in, this is actually an incredibly tone-deaf thing for him to say. (Which is in character for early-seasons’ Bashir, TBH. c.f. his introduction to Kira in the pilot.)

The writers intended a moral objection to preventable human suffering, but actually wrote the 24th century equivalent of “let them eat cake”.

Oooh, the Germans are mad at me. I’m so scared! Oooh, the Germans!

What, never?

No refunds. Force majeure. Read the back of your tickets.

Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.

I’d like Weyoun right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Cardassia with all the other Cardies, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! HALLELUJAH! HOLY SHIT! Where’s the hypospray?