- Quark: I wonder who came up with the idea of suspending liquid latinum inside worthless bits of gold.
- Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax: Probably someone who got tired of making change with an eyedropper.
- Quark: Wait a minute! You can't kill me, I'm the only one who can take delivery of the latinum!
- [holds up his thumb]
- Quark: You need my thumbprint.
- Nahsk: If you stand still, this won't hurt as much.
- [He flicks open a knife, Quark starts to scream, ear-piercingly]
- Hain: Wait a minute! What do you propose, Nahsk? That we walk into the cargo bay with his bloody thumb and *ask* for the latinum? We need him.
- Nahsk: [to Quark, when Hain bypasses Quark's door lock minutes later] You should invest in a better lock.
- Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax: [of Larell] I don't trust this woman.
- Quark: Neither do I. But - that doesn't mean I'm gonna keep her away from my lobes.
- Quark: Everyone, thank you all for coming. It means a great deal to me to see so many people cared about Morn, as much as I did. I'll never forget the first time he walked in here and sat down on that very stool. It must have been... almost ten years ago. He still had his hair then... I thought he was just another customer passing through. Little did I know he'd become such an important figure in my life. In all our lives. Morn was always someone we could count on for a cheerful smile and an entertaining story. Some of you might be thinking this place won't be the same without him. And it won't! But this was his home, and wherever he is, I'm sure he'd want to know that his favorite bar still echoed with the laughter of his dear friends. This was his chair. And I think the greatest tribute we can ever pay him would be to make sure that it is never empty.
- [he indicates to a Bajoran to sit down on the chair]
- Quark: Keep it warm for Morn.
- Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax: [about Morn] I used to have a little crush on him.
- Lt. Commander Worf: Morn?
- Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax: It was before we met! Besides, he wasn't interested.
- Lt. Commander Worf: What do you mean, he wasn't interested?
- [last lines]
- Quark: Take that gold dust of yours. It doesn't have to be a total loss. I hear there're some primitive cultures who consider it quite valuable.
- Quark: [to Larell, when Krit and Nahsk bypass Quark's door lock] Remind me to invest in a better lock.
- Quark: [after finding a storage locker key in Morn's painting] Morn, wherever you are... I love you!
- Capt. Benjamin Sisko: [after Morn's funeral service; Captain Sisko approaches a grieving Quark who is being comforted by one of his dabo girls] Quark. I unsealed Morn's will. And he left everything to you.
- Quark: [sits up; shocked] Me? He left Everything... to me?
- Capt. Benjamin Sisko: Yes.
- Quark: [gazes at Morn's portrait; deeply touched] Morn... Dear, sweet Morn... Oh!
- Quark: [to Krit and Nahsk, who claim to be Morn's business partners] Because I can see you have fine taste, I'm willing to part with this.
- [holds up Morn's Matador painting]
- Quark: Beautiful, isn't it?
- Nahsk: [takes the painting; admiring it] Very nice!
- Krit: [all-business] We can't take less than sixty.
- Quark: Forty is the best I can do.
- Krit: Fifty.
- Quark: Sorry.
- [Suddenly, Nahsk smashing the painting over Quark's head. Quarks stands there in shock with the picture frame around his neck like a necklace]
- Quark: Fifty it is...