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: Look out there. Millions and millions of stars. Millions upon millions of worlds. And right now, half of them are fanatically dedicated to destroying the other half. Now - do you think, if one of those twinkling little lights suddenly went out, anybody would notice? Suppose I offered you 10 million bars of gold-pressed latinum to help turn out one of those lights - would you really tell me to keep my money?
: Weapons is a growth industry. In a month all your debts will be paid. In six months the Ferengi Commerce Authority will be begging to reinstate you. In a year you'll have your own moon.
: The riskier the road, the greater the profit
Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Isn't this the cousin that tried to kill you? Gaila
: I see you've heard of me.
: [about Hagath
] If he were a bit shorter and his teeth were a little sharper, he'd make a perfect Ferengi.
: Why did you sell weapons to the Bajorans? They couldn't have had any money... Hagath
: My dear Quark, not every deal is about making money. Sometimes you have to look at the big picture. And at times gaining a friend is more important than making profit. Gaila
: It's not the Ferengi way, but it's good business, nonetheless.
: Remember, we sold 150,000 of those to the Manchovites. Gaila
: And we sold another 100,000 to the other side. Now, there was a beautiful little war. Hagath
: Too bad about the armistice. Gaila
: Well - all good things must come to an end.
[the other Ferengi have found out that Quark lied to them about the reward
: I come here, risk my life, and for what? You've had this coming for a long time, cousin!
[Gaila fires a phaser at Quark and instead hits Keevan, their hostage
: I hate Ferengi.
[in a starbase jail
: How the mighty have fallen. Gaila
: Cousin Quark. Quark
: I heard you were arrested on Thalos VI, for vagrancy. Gaila
: That's all your fault. I was a thriving weapons merchant - until I went into business with you. You ruined me. If I ever get out of here, Cousin, I'll make you pay for what you did to me. Quark
: [to security officer
] Lower the force field.
[the force field drops; Quark grabs Gaila by his collar
: Now what exactly is it you were you gonna do to me? Gaila
: I don't understand. Rom
: Quark paid your fine. You're a free man. Gaila
: What do I have to do in return? Quark
: Earn some latinum. Gaila
] Tell me more.
: All right, let's head for base camp. Gaila
: Base camp? Quark
: He means the infirmary. It's right over there. Nog
: Come on, let's move it! On the double!
: Well, what are you waiting for? Quark
: Two slips of latinum for the first man who makes it to the infirmary.
[Everyone else shoots off to the infirmary
: [to Nog
] I mean 'base camp'. Nog
: You don't pay your soldiers to do their duty! Quark
: You do if they're Ferengi.
: I'm a weapons dealer, not a soldier.
: No one's hiding and no one's escaping and no one's surrendering! What's wrong with you people? Have you forgotten the Battle of Prexnak? Rom
: Who could forget the most important battle in Ferengi history? Quark
: Ten Ferengi stood alone against 273 Lytasians. Gaila
: As I recall, all ten Ferengi were slaughtered. Quark
: The point is, we Ferengi are just as tough as anyone in the galaxy. And this is our chance to prove it, once and for all. Leck
: Quark's right. Let's do it for Ishka. Let's do it for the Grand Nagus. Let's do it for Ferengis everywhere! Brunt
: Let's do it for equal shares of fifty bars of gold-pressed latinum! Quark
: It always comes down to profit with you people, doesn't it? Gaila
: We're Ferengi. Quark
: And that's why I love you! Fifty bars it is, minus my usual finder's fee.
: In a half-hour, we'll have Moogie back and we can all go home.
[everyone sighs with relief
: Home - to the torrential rains of Ferenginar. Brunt
: You know what I miss most? The rotting vegetation. Quark
: Yep. Rom
: And the dampness. Leck
: Oh, to stand once more in those rivers of muck. Keevan
: Oh, I only wish I could be there with you.