Sisko | Bashir: You know, some people say that you remained on Deep Space Nine as the eyes and ears of your fellow Cardassians.
Bashir: You're very kind, Mr Garak.
Garak: I am no more a spy than you are...
Garak: I believe in coincidence. Coincidences happen every day. But I don't trust coincidences. Garak: Doctor, did anyone ever tell you that you are an infuriating pest?
Garak: Do you think that because we have lunch together once a week, you know me? You can't even begin to fathom what I'm capable of.
Bashir: So of the stories you told me, which ones were true?
Garak: Major, I don't think I've ever seen you looking so ravishing.
Garak, on a clearance code he wasn't supposed to know: Oh, it's just something I overheard while hemming someone's trousers. Bashir: Well, I guess this means the end of our Starfleet careers.
Bashir: Assuming you're not a spy.
(Bashir tells the story of the boy who cried "Wolf")
Garak: The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination. Garak: The fault, dear Tain, is not in our stars but in ourselves. Bashir: They broke seven of your transverse ribs and fractured your clavicle!
Bashir: Still the man of mystery.
Garak: To think, after all this time, all our lunches together
you still don't trust me. There's hope for you yet, doctor. Garak's impression of Bashir's Bond lifestyle: I think I joined the wrong intelligence service. Garak: I must say, Major Kira's certainly throwing herself into the role.
Bashir to Dr Honey ("Dax"): What a waste... no one can see what a beautiful woman you are. Garak, as Dr Honey kisses Bashir: I'd give you both some privacy if I could. Garak: Kiss the girl, get the key! They never taught me that in the Obsidian Order! Sisko: I thought the Bajorans bent over backwards to be polite to you, Garak.
Garak: I'd like to get my hands on that fellow Earl Gray and tell him a thing or two about tea leaves.
Garak: It's a full life, if a trifle banal. Worf, referring to Garak: At the first sign of betrayal I will kill him, but I promise to return the body intact.
Garak to a Jem'Hadar: Ah, are we glad to see you! Could you point us in the direction of the wormhole? Garak: A verse about the Cardassian who panicked in the face of danger would ruin General Martok's song. Odo: You'd shoot a man in the back? Garak: Let me tell you a story. I once knew a Cardassian, a dashing, handsome young man, with a promising career, but one day, through no fault of his own, he found himself exiled and alone with nowhere to turn. But did he give up? No. He struck upon a brilliant plan. Instead of fleeing for the rest of his life, he sought shelter in the one place no one expected him to go: in the stronghold of one of his people's most hated enemies. There, against all odds, against the merciless logic of the universe itself, he thrived.
Worf: They are not interrogating you, Mr Garak. They are debriefing. There is a difference. |