Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (TV Series)
Statistical Probabilities (1997)
Tim Ransom: Jack
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Quotes
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Jack : There are rules! Don't talk with your mouth full. Don't open an airlock when someone's inside it. And don't lie about your genetic status.
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Doctor Bashir : It's not our place to decide who lives and who dies! We're not gods!
Jack : Maybe not. But we're the next best thing.
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Jack : Well why don't you fix it, dear fellow, dear fellow, well why don't you fix it before I go mad!
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Jack : Bashir, was it? Rings a bell, rings a bell. Bashir-Bashir-Bashir-Bashir-Bashir-Bashir-Bashir... a-ah! Got it, got it! Uh, 15th century poet, Singh el Bashir. Any relation, hm?
Doctor Bashir : Yes, actually.
Jack : His work was totally derivative. He was a plagiarist. You knew that; you-you had to know that. Yet you come in here, bragging about it anyway, hm-hm. Why?
Doctor Bashir : You're the one who brought it up.
Jack : Well, what was I supposed to do, just let you get away with it?
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Jack : Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.
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[Jack has a recording of Weyoun's negotiations run in native language mode]
Jack : Got you! D'you hear that? He used the passive voice transitive.
Doctor Bashir : Since when could you speak Dominionese?
Jack : Since this morning.
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Jack : I will not forget what was done to me; I will not be a part of a society that put me away for being too smart. No! No!
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Lauren : The Chief doesn't like any of us. Do you, Chief?
Chief O'Brien : Julian...
Jack : He's just jealous you're spending so much time with us.
Lauren : His wife's away. He misses his friend.
Chief O'Brien : I do not.
Lauren : It's all right, Julian. Go play with your friend, we'll be fine.
Doctor Bashir : You want me to play with you, do you, Chief?
Chief O'Brien : No!
Lauren : Yes, you do.
Doctor Bashir : [laughing] Come on, let's go to Quark's.
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[last lines]
Bashir : So, are you ready to go?
Jack : Not so fast. There's one thing I need to know, Doctor. If we can come up with a way to beat the Dominion, will you listen?
Bashir : I can't think of anything I'd like better.
Jack : Good, good, good. Let's go then. Let's go.
Bashir : Bashir to O'Brien. Four to beam out.