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Bashir: I mistook a pre-ganglionic fibre for a post-ganglionic nerve during the orals, or I would have been valedictorian. It was a trick question.
Young lovely: Fascinating.
Q-Less
Bashir on his way with women: Starfleet Medical finals. Gets them every time.
Q-Less
Bashir: No sign of disease or malnutrition or parasitic infection.
Vash: You sound disappointed.
Bashir: I am. Now I have no reason to keep you here.
Vash: You're almost making me wish I wasn't feeling well.
Q-Less
Bashir: They are dedicated to being unhappy and to spreading that unhappiness wherever they go! They are the Ambassadors of Unhappy!
The Forsaken
Bashir: Out here on the edge of the frontier, it's just one adventure after another.
The Forsaken
Bashir to Dax: My replicator or yours?
The Alternate
Bashir inspecting Dax's plant: In my expert medical opinion, I'd say it's... sick.
The Wire
Bashir: I'm a doctor, not a botanist.
The Wire
Garak: Doctor, did anyone ever tell you that you are an infuriating pest?
Bashir: Chief O'Brien, all the time, and I don't pay any attention to him, either.
The Wire
Bashir to Dr Honey ("Dax"): You know, your hair would look so much better if it were free.
Garak: I must say, Doctor, this is more than I ever wanted to know about your fantasy life.
Our Man Bashir
Bashir: It's my fantasy. Trust me.
Our Man Bashir
Bashir: I was looking forward to tomorrow - to see Kira again, asking, "How was the nebula? And by the way, I cured that blight thing those people had."
Dax: It's not a crime to believe in yourself.
Bashir: These people believed in me, and look where it got them. Trevian was right: there is no cure, the Dominion made sure of that. I was so arrogant, I thought I could find one in a week!
Dax: Maybe it was arrogant to think that. But it's even more arrogant to think that there isn't a cure just because you couldn't find it.
The Quickening
Bashir hologram: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Holodoc: Well, that's original.
Dr Bashir, I presume
Bashir: You used to be my father. Now, you're my architect: the man who
designed a better son, to replace the defective one he was given.
Doctor Bashir, I Presume
Bashir: I'm a doctor, not an historian.
Trials and Tribble-ations
Quark/Herb: Would someone please shoot me and put me out of my misery?
Bashir/Jules: Oh, how I long for a gun.
Far Beyond the Stars