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: You know, aside from playing dom jot and watching the Bajoran transports dock, it seems like we spent most of our time doing nothing. Nog
: Maybe so. But I can't think of anyone I'd rather do nothing with than you.
[Bashir and O'Brien are giving Nog a goodbye present for his trip to Earth
: A guidebook? Chief O'Brien
: It's not just a guidebook. It's a completely interactive program detailing Earth's customs, culture, history, geography... Doctor Bashir
: Everything you ever wanted to know about Earth is right there in that PADD. Nog
: You mean it'll teach me how to attract Human females? Chief O'Brien
: Well - almost everything.
: Father, have you ever heard of the Bell riots? Rom
: Don't bother me now. Nog
: But doesn't this Gabriel Bell Human look just like Captain Sisko?
[He shows Rom a picture of Bell
: All Humans look alike.
[Rom reveals that he found out about Quark smuggling kemocite
: What tipped you off? Rom
: When I engaged the impulse engines, I noticed the ship's weight distribution was a little off. So the last time you went to waste extraction, I snuck back to the cargo bay and took a look around. Quark
: Where did you get to be so smart? Rom
: I've always been smart, brother; I've just lacked self-confidence. Of course... I could forget everything I saw. Quark
: How much? Rom
: Twenty percent of the profits. Quark
: [to Nog
] I suppose you'll want a cut too? Nog
: As a Starfleet cadet it's my duty to report any violation of Federation law to my superiors immediately. But then again, I haven't been sworn in yet. I'll take ten percent!
: What's that disgusting smell? Nog
: I think it's called tobacco. It's a deadly drug. When used frequently, it destroys the internal organs. Quark
: If it's so deadly, then why do they use it? Nog
: It's also highly addictive. Rom
: How do they get their hands on it? Nog
: They buy it in stores. Quark
] They buy? If they buy poison they'll buy anything. I think I'm gonna like it here.
[Nog has made Wainwright believe that an alien invasion on Earth is about to take place
: [showing on a map
] The first landing parties will arrive here. Wainwright
: Where? Nog
: Here, right by this blue blob. Wainwright
: You mean your people are going to invade... Cleveland? Nog
: No, not Cleveland. Right here!
[hits Wainwright in his genitals
: Just remember: under that placid Federation veneer, Humans are still a bunch of violent savages. Nog
: Maybe. But I like 'em.
: Maybe we are dead. Quark
: What're you talking about? Rom
: Maybe this is the Divine Treasury. Quark
: Oh, don't be ridiculous, the Divine Treasury is made of pure latinum. Besides, where is the Blessed Exchequer? Where are the Celestial Auctioneers? And why aren't we bidding for our new lives, hmm? Rom
: You don't think we're in the other place? Nog
: The Vault of Eternal Destitution?
: You know doc, I've always wanted to see what a Maritian looked like from the inside.
[puts a knife at Quarks throat
: Don't you people have laws against this kind of thing? Wainwright
: Not when it ocmes to national security.
[Jake and Nog are working for a scientist named Geiger, involving them in the search for a missing teddy bear
] Jake Sisko
: Let me introduce you to a new Human expression: we're going to beard the lion in its den. Cadet Nog
: Lions, Gigers, bears... Jake Sisko
: Oh my.
: Look, it's taken me a lifetime to save up that much money, and I'm not just gonna throw it away for some baseball card! Jake Sisko
: [sighs, then acts melodramatically
] Not even for my father - the man who made it possible for you to enter Starfleet Academy... Cadet Nog
: Oh no, that's not fair! Jake Sisko
: The man who believed in you, when no one else would... Cadet Nog
: Oh, this is so low! Jake Sisko
: I can't believe you'd rather keep your filthy money locked up in a box under a bed than use it to give him endless moments of happiness. Cadet Nog
: Aargh! All right, all right! I'll do it! Jake Sisko
: [back to normal
] That's very generous of you, Nog. I'm proud of you. Now let's get that money. Cadet Nog
: It's not my fault your species decided to abandon currency-based economics in favor of some philosophy of self-enhancement. Jake Sisko
: Hey - watch it! There's nothing wrong with our philosophy. We work to better ourselves and the rest of Humanity. Cadet Nog
: What does that mean exactly? Jake Sisko
: It means... it means, we don't need money.
[Jake and Nog are trying with Odo's help to investigate on Giger's disappearance
] Cadet Nog
: Maybe the soulless minions of orthodoxy finally caught up with him. Odo
] The who? Jake Sisko
: We don't know who they are, but they were after Dr. Giger's cellular regeneration and entertainment chamber. Odo
: [more confused
] His what? Jake Sisko
: It's a device used to keep the cells in your body from getting bored. You see, he was going to transmit messages to people's cells to keep them entertained, so they wouldn't die off. And as a result, these people would... live forever. Odo
: [completely clueless
] You accused the Kai of burglary and kidnapping? Jake Sisko
: W... we didn't really accuse her of anything. Sisko
: Oh I see, you just implied it? Cadet Nog
: We weren't supposed to divulge this, but since you left us no choice... We're working for Starfleet Intelligence. Cadet Nog
: Oh no...
: Jake, as your friend I think I should tell you you're starting to go over the edge. You need to get some perspective on all this. You need to get away, clear your head...
[both are beamed away and rematerialize in some unknown quarters
] Cadet Nog
: This isn't what I had in mind...
] You accused the Kai of burglary and kidnapping? Jake Sisko
: We didn't really accuse her of anything. Sisko
: Oh, I see. So you just implied it then? Cadet Nog
: That's exactly what happened. Sisko
: Are you trying to be funny, Cadet? Because I'm not laughing.
: One more thing. How do we know that's really Moogie and not a changeling? Ishka
: I think that uniform is too tight on you, Nog. It's cutting off circulation to your brain! Rom
: Sounds like Moogie.
[the Ferengi have simulated a battle with Jem'Hadar, rather unsuccessfully
: I think we're getting better. Nog
: No, you're not. This is the eighth run-through, and you haven't been able to hit a single Jem'Hadar. Nog
: [to Leck
] And you shot Moogie! Leck
: I saw we weren't gonna rescue her, so I put her out of her misery.
: Maybe we should start off with something easier. Nog
: Like what? Brunt
: Like ambushing a couple of Bolians. Nog
: You couldn't ambush a Bolian if he was blindfolded and tied to a tree!
: 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.
: How can we be sure these schematics are accurate? Nog
: 'Sir'. Leck
: Oh, no need to stand on formality here. Just call me Leck. Nog
: No, I meant you should call me 'Sir'. Leck
: Don't be ridiculous. Nog
: You mean 'Don't be ridiculous, Sir'. Quark
: Gentleman, please let's not squabble. We're a team Nog. Rom
: [corrects him
] We're a team, sir. Quark
: Stay out of this.
: 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.
: [after a lengthy examination of Keevan
] Well, there's no doubt about it. According to these readings, this man is dead. Quark
: Thank you, Dr. Nog!
[Rom and Nog are fixing Quark's replicator system, which has overloaded
: He tried to warn you, Uncle Quark. You should've listened to him. Rom
: No, it's my fault. I should've explained it better. Quark
: Of course it's your fault, everything that goes wrong here is your fault. It says so in your contract.
: According to Ferengi bylaws, section 105, subparagraph 10: "Upon reaching adulthood, Ferengi males must purchase an apprenticeship from a suitable role model." I choose you. Commander Sisko
: You want to be *my* apprentice? Nog
: That's right. I want to be the first Ferengi in Starfleet! Now, who do I see about getting a uniform?
: I want to join Starfleet. I want it more than anything I've ever wanted in my life! Commander Sisko
: You're a Ferengi. Why would you want to be in Starfleet? Where's the profit in it? Nog
: I don't care about profit! Commander Sisko
: Then what *do* you care about? Come on, Nog, tell me! Why is it so damned important that you get into Starfleet? Why're you doing this? Nog
: Because I don't want to end up like my father! Commander Sisko
: Your... father? Nog
: That's right, my father. He's been chasing profit his whole life. And what has it gotten him? Nothing! And you know why? Because he doesn't have the lobes. And neither do I.
: My father is a mechanical genius. He could've been chief engineer of a starship if he'd had the opportunity. But he went into business, like a good Ferengi. The only thing is, he's not a good Ferengi - not when it comes to acquiring profit. So now, all he has to live for, is the slim chance that someday, somehow, he might be able to take over my uncle's bar. Well, I'm not going to make the same mistake. I want to do something with my life, something worthwhile.
: I may not have an instinct for business; but I have my father's hands and my uncle's tenacity. I know I've got something to offer. I just need the chance to prove it.
: [18th Rule of Acquisition
] A Ferengi without profit... Nog
: ...is no Ferengi at all.
: Like father, like son.
[Nog explains to Vic why he's afraid to leave Vic's Las Vegas holosuite program
: When the war began, I wasn't happy or anything. But I was eager. I wanted to test myself. I wanted to prove I had what it took to be a soldier. And I saw a lot of combat. I saw a lot of people get hurt. I saw a lot of people die. But I didn't think anything was going to happen to me. And then suddenly, Dr. Bashir is telling me he has to cut my leg off. I couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it. If I can get shot, if I can lose my leg, anything can happen to me, Vic. I could die tomorrow. I don't know if I'm ready to face that. If I stay here, at least I know what the future is going to be like. Vic Fontaine
: You stay here, you're gonna die. Not all at once, but little by little. Eventually, you'll become as hollow as I am. Nog
: You don't seem hollow to me. Vic Fontaine
: Compared to you, I'm hollow as a snare drum. Look, kid, I don't know what's going to happen to you out there. All I can tell you is that... you've got to play the cards life deals you. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But at least you're in the game.
: Welcome to Las Vegas.
: [about his song "I'll be seeing you"
] So let me guess - Julian played it for you, right? Nog
: Right. Vic Fontaine
: If I had him as a publicist, I'd be bigger than Elvis. Nog
: Who? Vic Fontaine
: Never mind.
: Can I ask you a question, Vic? Vic Fontaine
: Sure. Nog
: When you sleep - do you dream?
: Are you okay? Nog
: No. But I will be.
: [in the holosuite as Nog tries to get Vic's program running
] You know... Vic's matrix is a little different than your standard photokinetic hologram. He can turn himself off. And if he doesn't want to appear... he doesn't appear Nog
: You mean he has free will? Chief O'Brien
: I'm an engineer, not a philosopher. All I know is that when Vic turns himself off, he's off, and ripping out the guts of the holosuite isn't going to change that.
[Nog has promised O'Brien to organize a graviton stabilizer within three days
] Chief O'Brien
: All right. But don't do anything I wouldn't do. Nog
: Chief, I can't operate under those kinds of restrictions. Chief O'Brien
: At least promise me you won't do anything to get us court-martialed. Nog
: I'll try. Chief O'Brien
: Nog! Nog
: Just kidding, Chief.
: [on Chief Lorenzo
] So, once he has his picture, he's going to send us the graviton stabilizer? Nog
: No. He is giving us an induction modulator. Chief O'Brien
: But we don't need an induction modulator. Nog
: But the USS Musashi does. Chief O'Brien
: Aah. So the Musashi's going to send us the stabilizer? Nog
: No. They're giving us a phaser emitter. Chief O'Brien
: But we don't need a phaser emitter! Nog
: I know. But the USS Sentinel does, and *they* have the extra stabilizer. Chief O'Brien
: And they're willing to give it up for a phaser emitter? Nog
: That's the rumor. Chief O'Brien
: Rumor? What, you-you've made all these deals based on a rumor? Nog
: From a very reliable source. Chief O'Brien
: But what if it turns out not to be true? Nog
: You have to have faith, Chief. Chief O'Brien
: In a rumor? Nog
: No. In the Great Material Continuum. Chief O'Brien
] Who are they? Nog
: It's not a 'they'. It's the force that binds the universe together. Chief O'Brien
: I must have missed that class in engineering school.
: Rule of Acquisition 168: "Whisper your way to success."
: The Continuum is real. You see, there are millions upon millions of worlds in the universe, each one filled with too much of one thing and not enough of another. And the Great Continuum flows through them all, like a mighty river, from 'have' to 'want' and back again. And if we navigate the Continuum with skill and grace, our ship will be filled with everything our hearts desire. Chief O'Brien
: Yeah, right now, I'd settle for a stabilizer and the Captain's desk. Nog
: The river will provide. Chief O'Brien
: Huh - if it doesn't sink us first.
: And remember: anytime you're shopping for wines or spirits, my cousin Gant is the man to see. Lt. Commander Worf
: We will keep that in mind.
] Chief O'Brien
: Your cousin Gant? Nog
: Just another sailor on the Great River.
: Money is money. But women are better.
: [to Riska
] Let's not make foolish conversation. Just sit there and look beautiful.
: She's so dumb! She's perfect!
: I wanted to say... I'm sorry. I-I guess I just forgot you're a Ferengi. Nog
: You forgot? To most people the lobes are a dead giveaway!
: Do you have any other disgusting Ferengi customs I should know about? Nog
: Plenty. And I know plenty of Human customs which disgust me. Jake Sisko
: Great. So we both disgust each other. You know, as we get older, this is just going to get worse. But I know one thing: I don't want to lose you as a friend.
: I'll do the cleaning on the odd-numbered days and you'll do it on the even ones. Jake Sisko
: We're going to clean every day? Nog
: No, just the odd and even ones.
: A healthy body, healthy mind. Jake Sisko
: Please, Nog, no cliches before breakfast.
: Don't forget, we're hitting the gym at 0430. Jake Sisko
: The gym? Nog
: Muscles, Jake! You know, those things that are supposed to go between your bones and your skin? Jake Sisko
: Yeah, I've heard of them. Nog
: Good. Cos by the time I'm done with you, you'll have some of your very own.
: Now, I know the two of you are very different people, but you're still friends, and somehow, some way, you'll make this work. Jake Sisko
: I don't know... Nog
: Neither do I. Captain Sisko
: Well, I do... Captain Sisko
: [to Nog
] ... and I'm your captain! Captain Sisko
: [to Jake, softer
] ... and I'm your father. And what I say goes. Good day, gentlemen.
: You can either stay in front of me or walk beside me, but I won't turn my back on you again. Elim Garak
: Cadet, there may be hope for you yet.
: Reroute the damn gyrodyne through the damn thruster array. Nog
: Got it. Captain Sisko
: Mr. Garak, where are those ships now? Garak
: Bearing 310, Mark 215, still closing. Chief O'Brien
: Nog, did you reroute that damn gyrodyne? Nog
: I've tried, but the damn thruster array won't take the input. Chief O'Brien
: Try the lateral impulse thrusters and watch your mouth!
[Garak's tricorder is giving out an alarm
: What is it? Garak
: I'm not sure, but...
[a couple of Jem'Hadars materialize and apprehend Garak and Nog
: Now I'm sure.
: [while doing a survey, Nog won't allow Garak to get behind him
] What are you doing? Nog
: Following orders. The Captain told us to scan for fresh water or vegetation that might be... Elim Garak
] You know precisely what I mean. You're deliberately trying to stay behind me and I want to know why. Does this have something to do with that unfortunate business between you and me last year? Nog
: You tied me up and threatened to kill me. Elim Garak
: There were extenuating circumstances. Nog
: It happened. So you can either stay in front of me, or beside me. But I won't turn my back on you again. Elim Garak
: Cadet... there may be hope for you yet.
: Well, aren't you gonna say something? Nog
: I feel sorry for the Jem'Hadar.
[Quark provides Nog with a ration pack
: Here. You need to keep your strength up. Nog
: Thanks, Uncle, but I can get my own food. Quark
: What's the matter? Afraid of looking weak in front of the Humans? Nog
: I want to earn their respect, if that's what you mean. Quark
: At the price of your soul?
: Take a look around you, Nog. This isn't the Starfleet you know. Nog
: Sure it is. It's just that these people have been through a lot. They've been holed up here a long time, seen two thirds of their unit killed. But they haven't surrendered. Do you know why? Because they're heroes.
: [after losing his leg
] Captain... The communications array - it's worth it, right? Captain Sisko
: I hope to God it is.
: I'm reporting for duty - sir! Chief O'Brien
: Welcome aboard, Cadet. Nog
: Thank you, sir. And may I say, it's a privilege to be here, sir. Chief O'Brien
: You've earned it. But one more 'sir' and I'll leave you behind. Nog
: Very well, s... Chief!
[O'Brien intends to dock the Runabout on the upper pylon
: Won't the airlock have booby traps? Garak
: Oh, you can count on it. And someone's going to have to disarm them before we dock. Nog
: I volunteer, sir! Garak
: The scanner in the airlock might mistake your enthusiasm as Cardassian, but not your DNA.
: How did you get in here? Both doors are secure. Garak
: Secure is such a relative term, wouldn't you agree?
: It doesn't make any sense. Garak's on our side. Chief O'Brien
: Not anymore.
: You and I friends?
: I don't think so. Jake Sisko
: Why not? Nog
: You're too tall. I don't trust tall men. Tall women... ah, that's a different story!
] This is my father. Nog
: He's tall too!
[Nog has helped the Intendant escape from her holding cell
: Don't worry about me, I won't tell anyone where you are.
[they separate. Kira, having second thoughts, goes back after Nog
] Intendant Kira
] Intendant Kira
: You're right. You won't tell anyone.
[Nog has lent one of his women to Jake
] Jennifer Sisko
: Jake, isn't she a little old for you? Nog
: Who are you, his mother?
: I don't even know who you are anymore. Nog
: I'm the chief engineer of the starship Valiant. Jake Sisko
: I'll have them put that on your tombstone.
: You gonna write a story about all this? Jake Sisko
: Probably. Nog
: What are you going to say? Jake Sisko
: What do you think I should say? Nog
: That it was a good ship, with a good crew, that made a mistake. We... let ourselves blindly follow Captain Watters, and he led us over a cliff. Chief Dorian Collins
: That's not true. Captain Watters was a great man. Jake Sisko
: Dorian, he got everyone killed. Chief Dorian Collins
: If he failed, it's because we failed him. Nog
: [to Jake
] Put that in your story too. Let people read it, and decide for themselves.
[Nog gives Dorian his Red Squad insignia
: He may have been a hero. He may even have been a great man. But in the end, he was a bad captain.
[Jake and Nog are having an argument about Watters' command decisions
] Jake Sisko
: I feel like I'm having a conversation with one of the bulkheads! Nog
: You don't understand, because you've never put on one of these uniforms. You don't know anything about sacrifice, or honor, or duty, or any of the things that make up a soldier's life. I'm part of something larger than myself. All you care about is you! Jake Sisko
: That's right. All I care about is Jake Sisko and whether or not he's gonna be killed by a bunch of delusional fanatics looking for martyrdom!
: [about Watters
] He may have been a hero. He may even have been a great man. But in the end, he was a bad captain.
: Ensign, I believe you know the way to Cardassia. Nog
: If I get lost, I'll just follow the ship in front of us.
: I lost the Breen ship we were after. Captain Sisko
: I wouldn't worry about it. There are plenty more to choose from.
[Nog's last line of the series
: I'll get right on it.
: I'm telling you, Jake, something's happened to them. Maybe they were attacked by a wild animal. Jake Sisko
: You heard my dad, there aren't any wild animals, just insects and plants. Nog
: Maybe they were attacked by a vicious tree.
[Jake and Nog are observing some Jem'Hadar from a distance
: I don't know who they are, but they don't look friendly. Jake Sisko
: I wish we could get closer. Nog
: I don't think they'll look any friendlier close up.
[Jake is trying to fly the runabout at impulse speed
: At this speed it'll take weeks to get home! Jake Sisko
: Actually it'll take about five years.
: The news just keeps getting better, doesn't it? Captain Sisko
: What news? Colonel Kira
: Oh... nothing, sir, we're, uh, talking about a holosuite program. Doctor Bashir
: Vic Fontaine's hotel's just been bought by... gangsters. Captain Sisko
: I see. When do you plan on going back to work?
: Uh-oh... Odo
: What do you mean, "uh-oh"? We don't have time for "uh-oh".
: Piece of cake!
[when finally cracking the safe after about ten minutes and multiple unsuccessful attempts
: It's the Klingons, sir - they're here!
: Cannon to the right of them, Cannon to the left of them, Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder'd... Doctor Bashir
: Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred. Nog
: Whatever it is you two are reciting, I wish you'd stop!
: You've been promoted? Nog
: I'm an engineer. Rom
: We'll be working together! Nog
: Actually you'll be working for me!
Lt. Commander Worf
: It is an ancient Klingon tradition to commemorate an important event with a poem. Jadzia asked me to compose one for this occasion. Captain Sisko
: Well, what have you got so far?
[Worf is about to answer when Nog returns their attention to the crew in the runabout
: They've penetrated the accretion disk! Major Kira
: [aside, to Sisko
] Now is it my imagination, or did the kid just cover for him? Captain Sisko
: This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
[Nog is trying to override the bridge control lockouts, without success
] Do you have a backup plan, in case this doesn't work? Captain Sisko
: Yes, I'll destroy the ship. Nog
: ...There are still a few algorithms I haven't tried yet.
[Nog, unaware of O'Brien and Bashir's re-wiring on the bridge, finally succeeds in re-routing the ship's functions
: Oh, I am good!
[Jake and Nog are sitting at their favorite spot on the landing above the promenade
: [passing by
] Mr. Sisko, Nog - I thought I told you, no dangling over the promenade. Jake Sisko
: We're not gonna fall, Odo. Nog
: We can see things better from down here. Odo
: And what, may I ask, is so interesting? Jake Sisko
: Nothing. Odo
: In that case you can see "nothing" just as well from up here.
: When I have a problem I can't figure out, I ask my dad. Nog
: I ask my dad too! Varis
: It helps, doesn't it? Jake Sisko
: Yeah. Nog
: No. Jake Sisko
: My dad's a, a pretty smart guy. Nog
: Mine too... in his own way.
: [9th Rule of Acquisition
] Opportunity plus instinct equals profit.
: I still don't see why we couldn't install a few chairs on the bridge. Chief O'Brien
: Because this ship wasn't designed for chairs. Nog
: Well, my feet aren't designed to stand for long periods of time. They get tired. Chief O'Brien
: Maybe we should leave you behind. Nog
: My feet might like that, but I wouldn't. Chief O'Brien
: It's not your feet you need to worry about, it's your stomach. Have you noticed? There isn't a single food replicator anywhere on this ship. Nog
: That shouldn't be a problem. Captain Sisko said there'll be plenty of field rations. Chief O'Brien
: Try eating field rations for three weeks, and then tell me it isn't a problem.
: I'm so glad that you find the lack of proper medical facilities amusing; but if trouble breaks out, it's not a viewscreen or a chair or even a sandwich you'll be wanting. It's a bio-bed, with a surgical tissue regenerator. Lieutenant Commander Jadzia Dax
: Maybe. But right now I would settle for a viewscreen. Nog
: Or a chair. Chief O'Brien
: Or a sandwich.
Lieutenant Commander Jadzia Dax
: Twenty-two seconds until the explosion. Nog
: Twenty-two seconds - that's plenty of time! Chief O'Brien
: See, Cadet, there's nothing to worry about.
[Nog is attempting to remove a few Klingons from the Promenade
: Either move, or I'm going to have to place you under arrest. Martok
: You are either very brave, or very stupid, Ferengi! Nog
: Probably a little of both. Martok
] Indeed. Courage comes in all sizes. But don't tempt fate.
: Squid. My favorite human food. Mmm. Delicious, sir. Jake Sisko
: Terrific as always, Dad. Captain Sisko
: I'm glad you like it. Nog
: Sir, if I may say so, this sauce tastes very familiar. Captain Sisko
: Well it should. It's puree of tube grubs. Jake Sisko
: [vomits in napkin
] Tube grubs? Captain Sisko
: I figured if Nog is willing to eat squid, it's only fair that we try tube grubs. Besides, you said it was terrific. Jake Sisko
: That was before I knew what it was!
: Jake, I'm getting that tingling in the lobes. And when a lobe tingles, it means only one thing - opportunity!
: Land! Nog
[Nog is anxious to be admitted to Starfleet Academy
] Jake Sisko
: Don't worry so much, Nog. You'll be a great cadet. Quark
: In the meantime, you make a lousy stock boy. Why can't you take after your friend here? He knows enough to stay out of Starfleet. Even a Hew-man can see there's a lot more profitable opportunities out there for a young man with ambition. Nog
: Uncle, he wants to be a writer. There's no profit in that.
: What can I get you, Nog? Nog
: Um... A root beer. It's an Earth drink. Something they serve at the Academy. Quark
: Root beer. This is the end of Ferengi civilization.
: Can you believe it? They made me an ensign. O'Brien
: I didn't realize things were going so bad. Ensign Nog
: Scary, isn't it?
: We have company, Captain. Two Dominion ships heading this way, bearing 197 mark 135. Chief O'Brien
: They'll have us in weapons range in 22 seconds. Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Shields? Ensign Nog
: Shields at 30 percent. Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Phaser banks? Chief O'Brien
: The entire weapons array is offline. Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Now we find something to hold on to...
: Hear all, trust nothing.
[Rule of Acquisition 190
Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: We should rendez-vous with the Federation task force in 48 hours. Doctor Bashir
: And then what? Nog
: And then we'll make the Dominion sorry they ever set foot in the Alpha Quadrant! Captain Sisko
: Cadet, you took the words right out of my mouth.
[On the Defiant, the crew is going through the pre-flight procedure
: This is bad, very bad. Colonel Kira
: You say that every time we take the Defiant into battle. Nog
: Impulse manifold purged and clear. - If we lose the Chin'toka system, we lose our only foothold in the Dominion territory. I think that qualifies as bad. Colonel Kira
: Oh, we haven't lost it yet. - Initiating impulse pre-start sequence. Nog
: Microfusion generators online. - But the Breen, they seem unstoppable. First Earth, now Chin'toka? Lt. Commander Worf
: Ensign, no one is unstoppable. - Collimate the nadion emitters. Nog
: Collimation sequence in progress.
[Bashir and O'Brien enter the bridge
] Doctor Bashir
: What more can I say, Miles, but 'I'm sorry'? Chief O'Brien
: Dilithium matrix is aligned and calibrated. - Just be a bit more careful, that's all I ask. Colonel Kira
: Opening antimatter injector ports. - Trouble in paradise? Doctor Bashir
: It was nothing. - Emergency life support and damage control systems standing by. Chief O'Brien
: I wouldn't call it nothing. Lieutenant Ezri Dax
: Autonomous guidance system initialized and active. Chief O'Brien
: He lost Travis. Colonel Kira
: Hm - sounds serious. - Verify astrometric database. Doctor Bashir
: Miles built this Alamo model, replete with small figures. Quite spectacular, actually. - Data sets loaded and verified. - Anyway, he was showing it to me in Quark's when we - rather I - accidentally misplaced Colonel Travis. Nog
: Phaser safeties engaged. - Can't you make another one? Chief O'Brien
: What, so he can lose it again? - Field stabilizers online. Colonel Kira
] Well, that's what happens when you share your toys. - Synchronizing warp plasma flow... Chief O'Brien
: It's not a toy! It's a model, built to scale. Doctor Bashir
: He really did a fantastic job. Chief O'Brien
: Nacelles holding at pre-warp threshold. Doctor Bashir
: Miles, look...
: Has there ever been one of your kind and one of my kind who were better friends? Jake Sisko
: Never. Nog
: And if our fathers couldn't break us up, no stupid coup d'é... coup... coup-coup d'é... Jake Sisko
: Coup d'état. It's French. Nog
: And no stupid French thing will either!
: With most of the bridge control functions offline, all orders to Engineering will have to be relayed. In the interest of clarity, I thought it best that those messages be relayed with one voice: Chief O'Brien
: [indicates Nog
] Mr. Academy here. I figured you'd want somebody who could hear you while the bridge is exploding all around you. Nog
] Exploding? Sisko
: We may be going into a combat situation. Do you think you're ready for that, Cadet? Nog
: Sir, yes, sir! Absolutely, sir! Sisko
: I'm glad to hear it. Report to the bridge. Nog
: Aye, sir. Nog
: [walks off despondently
[during the baseball game, Odo, as umpire, didn't make a call after a player scored
: What's wrong? Chief O'Brien
: He didn't touch home, Nog! Nog
: Is that true?
: Wha- what do I do? Worf
: Find him and kill him!
[Nog is telling Captain Sisko about the Red Squad
] Captain Sisko
: I'd like to meet some of these cadets. You think you could introduce me to one of them? Cadet Nog
: I'm sorry, I can't do that, sir. The names of Red Squad members are supposed to be secret. Captain Sisko
: But you know who they are? Cadet Nog
: It's not easy keeping secrets from a Ferengi. But I feel funny telling anyone else. Besides, if they found out I'd told you who they were, I'd never get in. Captain Sisko
: [with increasingly commanding voice
] Cadet, you are obviously under the mistaken impression that I'm asking a favor. I want a name, and I want it now, and that is an order! Understood, Mr. Nog? Cadet Nog
: Yes sir.
: I didn't know you liked Creole food. Nog
: I don't. I like tube grubs, and your father is the only person on this planet who can get me live ones. Joseph Sisko
: I've been thinking of adding them to our menu. Of course I'll have to cook them for our Human customers, serve them with a nice remoulade. Nog
: Cook them? What good are tube grubs if they don't wiggle on the way down?
: I suppose you're gonna ask me to chew your food for you? Nog
: I have to admit, I've been more popular with women since I stopped asking them to do that. Adult Jake Sisko
: I tried to tell you that twenty years ago. Nog
: I'm a slow learner.
: I know, "Females and finances don't mix". But that can be interpreted in many different ways.
Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Are you two ever gonna be finished? Nog
: Just a few more minutes, Commander. Chief O'Brien
: That's 'Captain'. It's an old naval tradition. Whoever's in command of a ship, regardless of rank, is referred to as 'Captain.' Nog
: You mean if I had to take command, I would be called 'Captain,' too? Chief O'Brien
: Cadet, by the time you took command, there'd be nobody left to call you anything.
[Jack, Patrick and Lauren have illegally impersonated Starfleet officers
] Doctor Bashir
: Didn't anybody question you? Jack
: Of course. But when they did, Patrick would say... Patrick
: That's a stupid... Lauren
: You'd be surprised how well it works. Nog
: I'll say.