Peter:
Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?
O’Brien:
No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass stuck in a transporter buffer sayin’ something like that, man.
Then after locking himself in his barn with his horse “running”, his wife comes in and he realizes he doesn’t want to die. So he backs the horse out of the barn only to get hit by a runaway shuttle craft. He gets a huge settlement of latinum, and makes his game.
Doesn’t sell well, but Quark makes a copy for the holosuite team building exercises that Starfleet likely mandates.
Look Thomas, I refuse to believe that we live in a world where an object can be broken into finitely many disjoint subsets, and then reassembled into two identical copies of the original object, using only movement and rotation of the subsets.
And as for Ms Guin… guyan… guinya… gunna need a new ship to work on
“Who?”
“Bartender, Ten-Forward, wears big hats. Yeah, we can’t actually find any record of her being a member of the crew.”
*hic* Look, buddy. Your shuttlecraft was upside down when we got here. And as for your grandma, she shouldn’t have mouthed off like that.
If this exact scenario wasn’t brought up in Lower Decks then what the hell are we even doing over there!
So if you’re with two Rikers, you’ll probably get ignored. But you get to watch two Rikers, so still worth it.
You uh, may end up playing a trombone solo…
As long as it ain’t rusty.
You’re speaking to an incredibly skilled flutist.
Gotta get promoted from ensign somehow…
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DS9 s3e9 “Defiant”
