Like the show's reliance
on old-fashioned storytelling conventions, such episodes comprised of entirely
distinct A and B plots (which is annoying) or the almost complete absence
of flashbacks and prequels (which is enormously refreshing), there is something
almost quaint about the niceness that underlies even Deep Space Nine's
grimmest episodes... It had a thirteen year old boy's sense of humor and
an eight year old girl's notion of romance. But though it was never spectacular
in a single respect it was quite often good, or even very good, in several,
and the overall effect of that steady, low-key competence was a wholly
satisfying story. First and foremost, Deep Space Nine's accomplishment
is the creation of a completely believable, richly textured world...
Life on the station is sometimes painfully ordinary, but therein lies the
show's strength.
- Abigail Nussbaum, revisiting DS9 on her "Asking the Wrong Questions"
blog
CONTENTS
~ Season #1
~ Season #2
~ Season #3
"Commander, laws change, depending on who's making them. But justice, is justice"
- Tosk to O'Brien in Quark's, "Captive Pursuit"
"I am Tosk, the hunted. I live to outwit the hunters for another day to survive until I die with honor."
- Tosk, "Captive Pursuit"
"One day as a Tosk is enough for me."
- O'Brien bids farewell to Tosk, "Captive Pursuit"
"Still chasing your own tail? Picard and his lackeys would have solved all this techno-babble hours ago. No wonder you're not commanding a starship."
- Q taunts Sisko, "Q-less"
"You Klaestrons are allies of the Cardassians. Your knowledge of this station confirms that. They must have given you the layout, which not only compromises Bajoran security, but also... annoys us."
- Kira, representing Bajoran interests, "Dax"
"Dad, I'm fourteen."
"I'm glad we agree
on something."
- O'Brien & Dax, "Battlelines"
"Why do we tell her stories about evil dwarfs who want to steal children?"
- Miles questions the wisdom of telling fairytales to Molly, "If Wishes Were Horses"
"She really is submissive,
isn't she? Is that how you'd like me to be, Julian? So submissive?"
"I am not submissive.
Am I?"
- Jadzia & Julian's fantasy Jadzia, "If Wishes Were Horses"
"Perimeter sensors are picking up a subspace oscillation. What the hell does that mean?"
- Kira faces technobabble from the computer, "If Wishes Were Horses"
"Don't look at me that way - I'm perfectly normal."
- Sisko, "In the Hands of the Prophets"
"Odo, I am not a killer."
"No. But most of your
friends are."
"True. And I would
gladly sell one of them to you if I could."
- Quark & Odo, "In the Hands of the Prophets"
"I once asked Kai Opaka why a disbeliever was destined to seek the prophets. She told me one should never look into the eyes of one's own gods."
- Vedek Winn to Sisko, "In the Hands of the Prophets"
"Today, I am only a
Vedek. If the prophets will it, someday, I may be Kai. And I can be a better
friend to you then."
"In other words, being
my friend now might hurt your chances."
"The prophets teach
us patience."
"It appears they also
teach you politics."
- Vedek Bareil & Sisko, "In the Hands of the Prophets"
"Every once in a while, declare peace -- it confuses the hell out of your enemies."
- Quark quotes a Rule of Acquisition, "The Homecoming"
"What you did, Major, was declare war on Cardassia. Thankfully they declined the invitation."
- Minister Jaro to Kira, "The Homecoming"
"It might be interesting to explore useless for a while..."
- Li Nalas, "The Circle"
"There is one problem. The guys flying those ships... used to be the guys flying these ships."
- Kira dogfights, "The Siege"
"I've done everything
I can to help. I would die for my people but--"
"Sure you would. Dying
gets you off the hook. Question is, are you willing to live for your people?
Live the role they want you to play. That's what they need from you right
now."
- Li Nalas & Sisko, "The Siege"
"Humanoid death rituals
are an interest of mine."
"Death rituals?"
"Everybody needs a
hobby."
- Bashir & Gul Dukat, "Cardassians"
"So, you _deduced_
that Garak _thinks_ Dukat is lying about something you're not sure of,
and you proceeded to interrupt _my_ conversation to confront him about
whatever that might be."
"I'm sorry, Commander."
"Don't apologize --
it's been the high point of my day. DON'T do it again."
- Dax, Dukat & Sisko deal with the Maquis, "The Maquis, Part II"
"I'm having dinner
with Captain Bouday."
"The Galumite? You're
going out on a date with him?"
"Is something wrong
with that?"
"No. Not at all."
"He happens to be
brilliant. His brain is twice the size of yours and mine."
"I know, I've seen
it."
"It's not his fault
that Galumites have transparent skulls."
"The only explanation I can find it that our leaders have simply gone *insane*."
- Kira, "Civil Defense"
"You humans, you never learn. You let your women go out in public, hold jobs, wear clothing... and you wonder why your marriages fall apart."
- Kira and Odo, "Heart of Stone"
"I'm sorry, Major -- but where you see a Sword of Stars, I see a comet; where you see vipers, I see three scientists; and where you see the Emissary, I see a Starfleet officer."
[By John G Betancourt — The Heart Of The Warrior #17]
"Since we're going
to be flying for most of the day, this seems like a good chance to get
to know one another better. Tell me about yourself, Commander. What's it
like being the first Klingon in Starfleet?"
Worf sighed and rolled
his eyes. "That is the question everyone in the universe seems to ask,"
he said.
"And you're sick of
it."
He nodded.
"I understand. I can't
tell you how many times I've been asked by Bajorans what it's like to serve
under a Federation captain."
- Kira and Worf
The Bajorans jostled
O'Brien again, this time spilling half his stout across the bar.
"Watch it," he said
sharply.
The Bajoran glanced
back at him. "You talking to me, human?" he demanded.
...
Suddenly Quark was
there, patting his arm soothingly. "Easy there, Chief," he said, leaning
forward to refill O'Brien's mug from a pitcher. "I can't afford any more
murder investigations this month. It cost me a fortune paying off the families
of the two Caxtonians you killed in that brawl last week."
O'Brien blinked in
puzzlement. Caxtonians were huge, hairy humanoids with great natural piloting
skills but few social graces. He knew better than tackling one in a fight.
He'd certainly never killed a pair of them in a brawl.
"Two... Caxtonians?"
the Bajoran said.
- Quark tries to defuse a situation
"I just got in a shipment
of the most delightful Oslan silks," Garak said. "I hadn't realized word
would spread so quickly. That is what brings you here on such a fine day,
isn't it? And who are those people you're watching?"
"Every day is like
any other day on a space station," Bashir said, only half listening. He
had to keep his mind on his mission, he reminded himself; Garak might well
play a mild-mannered tailor, but he was a veteran of the Obsidian Order.
"The environmental controls don't change much, remember?"
"It's a fine day,"
Garak said expansively, "because I've had a sudden influx of Cardassian
customers, all with fresh gossip from home."
- Garak and Bashir
Worf burst from his locker the moment he heard the changeling give the order for Snoct's execution. Blood roaring in his ears, he dove forward, phaser firing. Some distant and more primitive part of him thought, this was what a Klingon lived for, the may'boq — the battle fever that came with fighting. It sent his emotions soaring and filled his body with an almost electric energy. His first shot hit the Jem'Hadar holding Snoct by the back of the neck. The universe seemed to be slowing down around him, Worf thought. He felt the thudding rhythm of his heart pumping blood in his chest. Colors blared with vibrant energy as his sight narrowed to the targets ahead of him.
"I've never seen a
Founder before," the bartender said, lowering his disruptor rifle, "but
we all know enough to fear them and their evil ways."
"They are powerful,"
Odo said. "Determined, yes. Wrong, yes. And certainly stubborn. But not
evil."
"So you're defending
them—"
"No, I'm saying they're
wrong."
"But..."
- Odo meets some Gamma Quadrant natives
"What's wrong?" Sisko
asked, looking around. "Where is everybody?"
"That's what I'd like
to know," Quark grumbled. "You have one brawl, one terrorist attack, and
one rumor of contaminated Bajoran spice ale—" Sisko noted the dark look
Quark shot at Bashir, who shifted uneasily and didn't meet the Ferengi's
gaze. There had to be a story there, Sisko thought. They'd worm it out
of Bashir after he'd had a few drinks. "—and all of a sudden nobody wants
to drink here anymore."
"They'll be back,"
Bashir said.
[By Sandy Schofield — The Big Game #4]
The lift stopped at Ops. Sisko stepped out, glancing briefly, as was his custom, at the Cardassian architecture: the almond-shaped portals on the top tier that revealed stars, Bajor, and the docking bays; the multilevel operations area, and the prefect's office- now his- straight across from the turbolift. He had never thought he would feel comfortable here, but during the last few months Ops had become the deck of his own personal starship. (p2)
Quark twisted his hands together. He knew that he would have to face having Romulans and Klingons play against each other, but he wasn't looking forward to it. At the last major poker tournament in the quadrant, two Klingons had died at the hands of Romulans. (p15)
This was the worst
thing that could happen. The worst. Rumor would spread across the sector
that Quark's was a low-life dive that couldn't even host a proper tournament.
"Please, everyone,"
Quark shouted above the noise. "Remain in your places. The emergency lights
will come on in a moment." He hoped. He wasn't even sure the bar had emergency
lights... Rom's voice almost had a human whine. Rom had picked up too many
habits from the Federation do-gooders who filled the station. Before, the
Cardassians had been teaching Rom proper, treacherous manners. (p17-18)
"We're going to play
with a killer on the loose?" Baun asked.
If Quark could have
kicked Baun, he would have. "Gamblers never let anything get in the way
of a game." The men at the table nodded. "Of course, you could resign,
Baun. I'm sure I could find another to take your place." Baun frowned.
No one else seemed terribly upset by the turn of events. Kinsak was still
focused on Xator, and Darak, the other Romulan, was pointedly staring at
his cards. It seemed that Naralak didn't even have friends among her own
kind. What luck. Quark suppressed a smile. He loved professional gamblers.
(p23)
The Enterprise at its worst never achieved the level of engineering disaster O'Brien dealt with each day in the Deep Space Nine. And, judging from Kira's tone, that level of disaster had suddenly grown measurably worse... The Ferengi made him nervous. Their unabashed avarice made him feel as if they ran naked in public. Such blatant emotion grated against his own conservative upbringing... After the turbolifts, he would work on the replicators. He had a hunch coffee would grow in importance as the hours wore on. (p27)
"That security uniform
of yours might make some of my guests a little nervous," Quark said to
Odo. "Could you wear some other clothes?" Quark realized he had never seen
Odo in anything but his brown Bajoran garb. "Do you own any other clothes?"
"Don't be stupid,"
Odo said, and leaned forward as his brown uniform turned a molten red,
then reformed into a blue and orange civilian jumpsuit. "I don't own any
clothes." (p65)
Bajoran planetary defense.
Without hearing the message, Sisko knew he would be facing another problem.
Kira was peering at him. She had seen his hesitation. "Sir, maybe I should
take this one."
"On screen, Major
Kira." He would deal with any problem. He had seen Kira's attempts at diplomacy.
"Sir, they're not
happy- "
He tilted his head
and smiled just a little at her. "Major, I have dealt with angry Bajorans
before."
Kira's lips pursed.
O'Brien stifled a laugh and Dax grinned. They were all getting punchy.
Normally the crew would not have reacted to that statement. Normally, Sisko
wouldn't have said it. (p68)
"When it comes to poker,
ladies, I am a gambler, not a cheat. I play by skill and I have a reputation
to maintain. If anyone saw us together, they would suspect something, and
I cannot afford the suspicion."
"You live under suspicion,
you ignorant fool," B'Etor said.
"Of being a Cardassian
spy." Garak smiled. "I rather like that. It gives me an air of mystery."
...
"Do you plan to turn
us in?" B'Etor asked.
"To whom? Quark? He's
a Ferengi. He has probably figured out a way to cheat all on his own. No,
I will not turn you in. Nor will I be your victim. In exchange for my silence
I would like your word that you will warn me when I am at a table where
one of your decks is in play." (p80)
He couldn't tell them the most important thing. They wouldn't understand. People who gambled for money were fools. Garak would pay his gold-pressed latinum — and lose all one hundred bars if he had to — to play against those of his own caliber. The game itself was all that mattered. (p81)
The Grand Nagus of the Ferengi cackled from his chair in the center of the room. Speaking of tensions. If Bashir had to hear that laugh on a continual basis he would go crazy. (p85)
"You're a doctor, not
a gambler! You can't even hold your Evarian beer!"
"But I can play poker."
"'But I can play poker,"'
Quark said, imitating Bashir's inflections. "Anyone can play poker. My
nephew can play poker. He just can't play very well."
"I'm sure I could
beat your nephew," Bashir said. "And I'm willing to wager I could beat
most anyone in that room."
"I'm sure you can..."
Quark said, "...beat my nephew, that is." (p90)
"Quark has asked me
to sit in on the game," Odo said, "to make sure all of your worthless lives
continue long enough for him to make a profit."
Rasmussen frowned.
"Doesn't seem like Quark's profit would be of interest to you."
"It's not," Odo said.
"But keeping my eye on this collection of thieves and murderers is. There
is a lot of money here, Mr. Rasmussen. I will be watching your hands very
closely."
"I always keep my
cards close to the chest," Rasmussen said.
"I was referring to
your real hands. I couldn't care less what you do with your cards." Odo
nodded to Rasmussen, and then went into the room. (p101)
"Chief," Kira said,
"I'm getting reports that all the turbolifts in the habitat ring are out."
"Let them use the
stairs," O'Brien snapped.
"Not funny, Chief.
At least one has passengers." (p121)
Garak frowned at the
others. "I don't think it would hurt us to be polite to each other."
Kinsak shook his head.
"What kind of Cardassian are you, anyway? Polite. Hah!"
"I am a simple clothier,"
Garak said, as he picked up his cards. He had an eight of spades and a
jack of hearts.
"Who stays on a Federation
space station," Harding said around his cigar. He tossed in two red chips.
"Hey, Klar. Are spies always polite?"
Klar put two red chips
in the pot. "It's easier not to get noticed if you're polite."
"Unless you're Cardassian,"
Kinsak said as he checked.
"Or Klingon," Garak
said with distaste. He checked as well. (p133)
"You hailed me, Major?"
Litna's tone had a trace of sarcasm, emphasis on the word Major.
Kira swallowed. "Yes,
Captain. Commander Sisko wanted me to clarify a few things— "
"Smart man," Litna
said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Did he want you to speak
woman to woman or Bajoran to Bajoran?" (p139)
"What I have been wondering
is how you manage to bluff," Rasmussen said. "I thought Vulcans never bluffed."
"Really," Bashir said.
"That is a tasteless question. You're asking Sarlak to explain his betting
strategy."
Sarlak put his hand
on Bashir's arm. "No, he is asking an important theoretical problem that
has bothered Vulcan games theorists for a long time. While it is true that
Vulcans do not bluff, neither does anyone else in poker."
"Knock it off, Pops,"
Pera said. "Everyone bluffs in poker."
Sarlak nodded. "That
is the poker parlance, yes. If you consider bluffing to be a claim that
you will perform an action you do not intend to, then you are correct,
Vulcans do not bluff. But, in poker, bluffing has a different meaning.
Players play to win. Poker players use the bluff as a strategy for winning.
In poker, you win by claiming that you can win and having other players
believe you. Or not believe you. Since the action is understood by all
to be a potential ruse, it is not really a ruse at all."
Bashir grinned and
leaned back. "I think I got that," he said. (p148)
Once everyone in the
room realized that the lights weren't coming back on right away, mutters
of dissatisfaction began.
"- stupidity of playing
in a place designed by Cardassians- "
"- what if we're under
attack?- "
"- some ploy by the
Ferengi to steal all our money- "
"- Krax! Where is
my idiot son? Krax!- " (p152)
He had gotten life support, lights, and environmental controls working for what seemed like the thousandth time. The replicators were his next chore no matter what Sisko said. O'Brien had learned on the Enterprise that when he couldn't sleep, he had to eat. If he failed to do both, he would collapse. (p220)
Odo calculated the odds. A heart flush was more likely than a straight flush, of course, but still the odds were not good. He would do as he had done before- put enough in to continue playing, but not raise any bets. The system had worked well for him, and he had found, at times, that the other players assumed he was bluffing. He had just discovered that if he stayed in the game through at least the fourth down card no matter what his hand (unless he knew he had no chance), his opportunity to win went up. Etana had explained to him, in her own sideways manner, that the players didn't know how to respond to him, so that they altered their betting strategies to cover. In keeping with his nonstrategy, he checked the first bet and waited for the flop. (p229)
Odo would always be plagued by Ferengi. He had decided, sometime in the last five minutes, that it was his lot in life. (p249)
The showdown and final
hand came quicker than Odo would have expected. Hours earlier he had watched
Lursa bet chips worth hundreds of bars of gold-pressed latinum and wondered
how anyone could do that.
Now he knew. The chips
had become a scorecard. The room had blurred into nothing. All that mattered
were the cards and the Nagus's time-worn face. The money meant nothing
at all. Winning did... Even though the game had remained the same, the
odds had changed dramatically in the last few hours. As each player left,
the chances of getting good cards diminished. The Nagus had taken a few
hands because Odo had not bluffed. Odo hated the fact that the Nagus had
figured him out. Odo wondered if he should try bluffing. But that would
have him no better than the other liars, and it just wasn't his style.
(p260)
A straight flush. An honest straight flush. Odo had actually drawn into a straight flush, queen high. The odds were so high against getting a hand of that caliber that he nearly choked. Then he realized that it had to happen. Enough hands had been played since the tournament started that the odds — farfetched as they were — had been achieved. It was a matter of simple logic. He studied his chips until he could control the gleam that he knew was in his eyes. He was going to beat the Ferengi at their own simple-minded game. (p262)
"Cheer up, Quark,"
Odo said. "It's only a game."
Quark looked up and
watched Odo wheel the gold-pressed latinum through the bar. "Constable,"
he said, when he knew Odo could no longer hear him. "Money is never
a game." (p268)
"But you were going
to let them go!" Kira said, some of her old fire returning.
Sisko shook his head.
"Seems I've been playing poker for the last few days too. No. I wasn't
going to let them go. Once the crisis was past, I would have sent you out
to hunt them down."
"No offense, Commander,
but your bluff didn't work."
"That's the risk in
bluffing," Sisko said. "Sometimes you have to show your cards. Sometimes
you lose."
Kira smiled. "This
time we won."
Sisko nodded. "This
time." (p271)
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