(Dinner is being prepared the old-fashioned way,
while Sisko hums a contented tune.)
JAKE: Hey, Dad.
SISKO: Jake-o. Take your seat. Dinner's almost ready.
JAKE: Let me guess, you've convinced the Peljenites to exchange
ambassadors with the Federation.
SISKO: How did you know that?
JAKE: You're cooking chicken paprikish.
JAKE: You only cook Hungarian food when you're in a really good mood.
SISKO: You know, I always said that you are a smart child.
JAKE: Runs in the family. You know, I've got some good news, too.
Captain Yates is back on the station. Kasidy Yates.
JAKE: The freighter captain I told you about.
SISKO: The one you want me to meet?
JAKE: I could invite her over for dinner. How about tomorrow night?
SISKO: Jake, I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here. I
know you want me to meet her, and I will. Just let me handle it my way.
JAKE: You're going to like her, Dad.
SISKO: You never know.
QUARK: The place is packed. Where's Nog?
ROM: I gave him the night off.
QUARK: You what?
ROM: He's studying for his Starfleet exams. He's a very dedicated
QUARK: He's a disgrace to his family and to Ferengi everywhere. He
should be here, helping us earn profit, not in his room, learning how
to be more like a human.
ROM: He doesn't want to be human, brother. He just wants to join
QUARK: It's the same thing. Don't you see? That's is how it begins. All
it takes is for one impressionable youngster to join Starfleet, and the
next thing you know, a whole generation of Ferengi will be quoting the
Prime Directive and abandoning the pursuit of latinum. It's the end of
Ferengi civilisation as we know it and it's all your fault.
ROM: Relax, brother. Nog isn't going to destroy the Ferengi way of
life. He just wants a job with better hours.
(A well-dressed Ferengi enters. Everyone say Hi! to Jeffrey
BRUNT: You must be Quark.
QUARK: That's me. What can I do for you?
BRUNT: Brunt. FCA.
ROM: The Ferengi Commerce Authority.
(Brunt puts a notice up by the door.)
QUARK: (stunned) A Writ of Accountability.
ROM: We're in trouble. All right, everyone. The bar is closed.
Everybody out. Go, go, go. Now, everybody. This way. Out. Everybody
(After the opening titles, Brunt is going over ledgers)
ROM: So, how do you get to be an FCA liquidator anyway?
BRUNT: Hard work, bribes, sucking up to the boss. Just like any other
job. Are these all your assets?
QUARK + ROM: Yes. No.
QUARK: Down to the last slip of latinum.
BRUNT: You realise concealing financial information from the FCA could
result in severe fines?
QUARK: I would never dream of trying to hide anything from the FCA.
BRUNT: We'll see.
QUARK: Could I look over those figures again?
QUARK: Wait a minute. That can't be right. Rom, you forgot to include
the profit figures for the tulaberry wine franchise.
ROM: But you told me
(A thump as Quark kicks Rom.)
QUARK: Go get them. Now.
ROM: Yes, brother.
QUARK: You'll have to excuse Rom. He means well, but he can be a
lobeless idiot sometimes.
BRUNT: Please provide a dermal imprint for FCA records.
QUARK: But you haven't even told me what I'm being charged with.
BRUNT: No. I haven't.
QUARK: Oh. How rude of me. (hands over a slip) For your trouble.
BRUNT: You're being charged with violating Ferengi Trade Bylaws
subsection one thousand twenty seven, paragraph three.
QUARK: Subsection one thousand twenty seven, paragraph three? I'm not
sure I'm familiar with that one.
BRUNT: Well in that case you need a copy of the Bylaws.
QUARK: Which you just happen to have.
(Quark buys one.)
QUARK: Subsection one thousand twenty seven, paragraph three. Improper
supervision of a family member?
BRUNT: You are being held accountable for the criminal activities of
one Ishka, daughter of Adred, wife of Keldar.
QUARK: Ishka? You mean our mother. What's she done?
BRUNT: She's charged with earning profit.
ROM: Earning profit? Our Moogie?
QUARK: Odo, I'm holding you personally responsible
for the safety of my bar and my personal possessions for as long as I'm
off the station. And make sure my thieving brother doesn't touch
ODO: Going somewhere?
QUARK: Back to the homeworld to take care of some business.
ODO: A little trouble with the FCA?
QUARK: How'd you know? I won't be gone long. All I've got to do is get
my mother to confess to her crimes and I'll be on the next transport
back to the station.
ODO: Your mother? What's she done?
QUARK: It doesn't matter. The important thing is I'm required by law to
get her to admit her wrongdoing, make reparations and reveal her
accomplices. And that's what I'm going to do.
ODO: Assuming she cooperates.
QUARK: Well, she'd better. I have no intention of spending my latinum
to make restitution for her crimes. I will wring that confession out of
her if I have to.
ODO: This is your mother you're talking about?
QUARK: Don't remind me.
KIRA: Chief O'Brien wants to know when you can stop
by and inspect the new runabout.
SISKO: I will be available at fourteen hundred hours. Tell him I want
to name it the Rubicon.
KIRA: The Rubicon it is. You know, the rate we go through runabouts,
it's a good thing the Earth has so many rivers.
DAX: Have you met her yet?
SISKO: Met who?
DAX: Captain Yates.
SISKO: How did you know about her?
DAX: Jake introduced us. So are you going to ask her to dinner?
SISKO: I'm considering it. What did you think about her?
DAX: Let me just put it this way. If I were Curzon, I'd have stolen her
from you by now.
SISKO: That's one of the reasons I'm glad you're not Curzon anymore.
ROM: Brother, wait. I'm coming with you.
QUARK: No, you're not.
ROM: Yes, I am.
QUARK: What did I tell you about contradicting me?
ROM: You told me not to do it.
QUARK: That's right. So you're going to stay here and watch over the
bar while I'm gone.
ROM: No, I'm not. The bar's closed. There's no reason why I can't come
QUARK: You want a reason? I'll give you a reason. I don't want you to.
And you know why? Because you'll just take her side.
ROM: You mean Moogie?
QUARK: Yes, I mean Moogie. Stop calling her by that infantile nickname.
ROM: But she likes it.
QUARK: Well, I don't.
ROM: Well, she does.
QUARK: You see? You always take her side.
ROM: Somebody has to. After all, she is our mother. Now, I'm coming
with you and that's final.
QUARK: All right. Fine. Come if you want. Just remember one thing. This
is between Moogie, I mean Mother, and me. So if you know what's good
for you, you'll stay out of the way.
(Thunder, lightning, a downpour. Quark, Brunt and
Rom duck into the curved entrance hall and then the main room.)
QUARK: Welcome to our home.
(Brunt hands over a slip of latinum, which Quark finally remembers to
put in a money box by the door.)
QUARK: Please place your imprint on the legal waivers and deposit your
admission fee in the box by the door. Remember, my house is my house.
BRUNT: As are its contents.
(They finish towelling off.)
ROM: It's good to be back, isn't it, brother?
QUARK: Now that you mention it, no.
ROM: But you haven't been here in twenty years.
QUARK: And if I had my way, I would have been gone another twenty.
ROM: Mother certainly has been acquiring quite a few new things.
Doubtlessly with the generous stipend you give her. Look, brother. The
latinum tooth-sharpener I used when we were children.
QUARK: All I had was a cheap wooden chewstick.
BRUNT: Excuse me for interrupting, but we do have business to attend
to. As a registered liquidator, it's my duty to present a formal list
of the infractions committed by your mother. You have three days to
obtain an admission of guilt from the accused.
QUARK: Three days? Is that all?
BRUNT: If you're not able to obtain a confession, your mother will be
placed in indentured servitude and you will be required to make
restitution for her crimes. Do you understand everything I've said to
ISHKA: He understands, all right. Not that it matters. I'm not
confessing to anything.
(This older Ferengi female is confident and dressed!)
ISHKA: It's good to see you, son. You look well.
ROM: And you look dressed.
ISHKA: Oh, now, now, now.
BRUNT: Your mother is wearing clothes.
QUARK: Mother, get undressed this instant.
ISHKA: Hello, Quark. You haven't changed a bit.
BRUNT: Perhaps I should leave.
ISHKA: Perhaps you should.
BRUNT: Was she addressing me?
QUARK: No, no, no, not at all.
ISHKA: Of course I was. This is my home and I'll speak to whomever I
ROM: But Moogie, he's a stranger, and you're a female.
ISHKA: It's all right, Rom. I know what I'm doing.
BRUNT: Perhaps you do, but I will not stand here and be spoken to by a
QUARK: Wait. I'm sure there's an explanation.
BRUNT: You have three days to get your house in order.
QUARK: Now, see what you've done?
ISHKA: Quark, you're upsetting your brother.
QUARK: He's not the only one who's upset. Not that anyone cares how I
ISHKA: That's not true. I care.
QUARK: Then imprint this and take off those clothes.
ISHKA: I'm not doing anything of the kind.
QUARK: Yes you are. You're going to make a full confession, so that I
can go back to my bar and pretend none of this has ever happened.
ROM: You mean we're leaving so soon?
ISHKA: Rom, this is your home. You can stay as long as you like. Or
leave whenever you like. It's up to you.
(Ishka goes down the passageway.)
ROM: Same old Moogie.
(Outside Quark's, where O'Brien is picking the
ODO: Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?
BASHIR: Well, I don't know if I would call it necessary.
O'BRIEN: Constable, there's no telling how long Quark will be away. All
we want is our dartboard.
ODO: Can't you just replicate another one?
BASHIR: We could
O'BRIEN: But we're not going to. That's our dartboard and we want it
back. If Quark was going to run off, the least he could do is give us
some warning so we could retrieve our property.
BASHIR: It's the principle of the thing.
ODO: Well, getting it back might not be as simple as you think. This is
one of Rom's special security locks. I've never seen anything so
SISKO: Gentlemen, is there a problem?
ODO: Ah. Well, it seems Quark has locked some of Chief O'Brien and
Doctor Bashir's personal property inside the bar.
SISKO: Ah. Let me guess. Your lucky dartboard?
O'BRIEN: We never said it was a lucky dartboard.
BASHIR: We're just used to playing on it, that's all.
SISKO: A little defensive, aren't they? Ah well, it looks like it's a
tripartite microsealing mechanism. It's going to take you a long time
to get through that one. If you want any suggestions, I'll be in cargo
O'BRIEN: Oh, I just thought
SISKO: Thought what?
O'BRIEN: I thought you were going to talk to the freighter captain.
BASHIR: You know. Jake's friend.
SISKO: How do you two know about her?
BASHIR: The Chief told me.
SISKO: Exactly how many people has Jake told about this woman?
ROM: Tube grubs, extra juicy, just the way you like
QUARK: What are you doing?
ROM: Serving dinner.
QUARK: That's mother's job.
ROM: She's not feeling well.
QUARK: Not feeling well? Wait a minute, that's not bad. We could say
she's having emotional problems. We might even be able to get the FCA
to drop the charges in light of her illness.
ROM: Actually, all she has is a slight rash. Her skin's still a little
sensitive to clothing.
QUARK: That's hardly an excuse not to serve her sons dinner. Look at
this. She hasn't even softened these grubs for us.
ROM: You know Moogie. She never liked chewing our food for us.
QUARK: Not even when we were children.
ROM: She always had her own way of doing things.
QUARK: Remember how the other children used to tease us about her. Your
mother won't chew your food. Your mother talks to strangers. It's like
she went out of her way to embarrass us. Not to mention Father. Oh, I
remember. There were nights when I would find him sitting, slumped in
this chair. He'd say to me, 'Quark, I don't know what I'm going to do
about that female.' No wonder he never earned much profit. He was too
busy worrying about her.
ROM: I thought Father did all right.
QUARK: He could've done a lot better if she'd just behaved herself,
showed him the respect he deserved. Well, she may have dragged Father
down, but she's not doing the same to me. It's time someone put her in
ISHKA: Have anyone in mind for the job? (sniffs the grubs) Mmm, dank
ROM: I hand picked them from the cellar.
QUARK: Mother, we need to talk.
ISHKA: Forget it, Quark. I am not imprinting the confession.
QUARK: Why not? Imprinting the confession doesn't take away your
achievement. Just admit to what you did and tell the FCA the name of
any male who might have helped you.
ROM: What exactly did she do, brother?
QUARK: Never mind what she did.
ISHKA: Why don't you tell him? Or would you prefer I did?
QUARK: All right. She took a part of the monthly stipend I send her and
invested it in a Hupyrian beetle farm.
ISHKA: High quality beetles. The best.
ROM: Really? How much did you make, Moogie?
ISHKA: Three bars of gold-pressed latinum.
ROM: Three bars of latinum? Isn't the FCA overreacting a little?
QUARK: It doesn't matter whether it's one slip or a hundred thousand
bars. Females are not allowed to earn profit.
ISHKA: Why not?
QUARK: Because it's the law. And without law, society would descend
ISHKA: If you ask me, this society could use a little chaos.
QUARK: Not if I have anything to say about it.
ROM: Gee, I wish Father were alive. Then it'd be just like old times.
Sitting around the family table, eating tube grubs, discussing
important issues of the day.
(Ishka and Quark stare at Rom, each other and then us.)
QUARK: Mother, I know you're not like other females. You like to think
about things. You have opinions.
ISHKA: Is that a compliment, or an accusation?
QUARK: It's a fact. But what's also a fact is, if you don't imprint
this confession, you'll be sold into indentured servitude, and I'll be
forced to make restitution.
ROM: But Brother, it's only three bars of latinum.
QUARK: And I'm not going to let those three bars to destroy this
family. If our disgrace is made known, do you think we could ever do
business with another Ferengi again? I wouldn't do business with me.
Mother, please, for our family's reputation, for your sons' financial
future, please imprint the confession.
ISHKA: I can't. I wish you could understand, Quark.
QUARK: I understand perfectly. You're a selfish female who never cared
about this family, about Father, or about me.
ROM: I see you haven't changed your bedroom,
Moogie. It's still very traditional.
ISHKA: I keep it this way to remind myself how idiotic Ferengi
tradition can be when it comes to females.
ISHKA: Rom, is something wrong?
ROM: Wrong? No. Not really. Except your clothes.
ISHKA: Would you feel more comfortable if I took them off?
ROM: Well, maybe just a little.
ISHKA: All right, if it will make you feel better. But only for you.
(So she does)
ROM: Much. You know, Moogie, it really would mean a lot to Quark if you
imprint that confession.
ISHKA: He's made that quite clear.
ROM: I know he can be headstrong and overbearing, not to mention mean
and insulting and rude, but he's not all bad. He works hard. You should
see the bar. It's thriving.
ISHKA: I'd like to, but Ferengi tradition doesn't allow females to
ROM: Quark doesn't make the rules.
ISHKA: He just lives by them.
ROM: Like a good Ferengi.
ISHKA: Like an unenlightened Ferengi.
(Rom puts his head on Ishka's lap.)
ROM: Moogie, can't you give back the three bars of latinum? If you
don't, you're going to destroy everything Quark's worked for.
ISHKA: You always were a good boy. I don't think Quark knows how lucky
he is to have a brother as loyal as you.
ROM: He knows. He just doesn't like showing it. If you cooperate with
the FCA, I bet I can convince him to increase your stipend.
ISHKA: This isn't about money, Rom. Quark has always been more than
generous with my stipend. I have more than enough to live on.
ROM: If it's not about money, then what is it about?
ISHKA: It's about pride. And knowing that I'm just as capable of
earning profit as any male. Don't you see? If I imprint that
confession, I'll be admitting that what I did was wrong. I'm not going
to do that. I'd rather be sold into servitude.
ROM: But what about Quark?
ISHKA: He's a smart boy. He can take care of himself. Enough about your
brother. Let me see your teeth.
ROM: My teeth? Why?
ISHKA: They're looking a little dull. Why don't you sit here and I'll
sharpen them for you. Here we are.
ROM: Oh, Moogie, you're the best.
(A civilian crew are loading heavy cargo boxes
manually until one of them drops his load.)
KASIDY: Pardshay, don't be an idiot. Go get an anti-grav sled before
you hurt yourself.
SISKO: Why don't you just beam it to your cargo hold?
KASIDY: Well I wish I could, but it's unstable biomatter.
SISKO: The transporter should still be able to handle it, as long as
you adjust your phase transition inhibitor.
KASIDY: Provided I had a mark seven transporter.
SISKO: You're still using a mark six?
KASIDY: A mark five.
SISKO: A mark Five? I thought they stopped making those things
KASIDY: Fifteen years ago. But when you're working for the Petarians,
you have to make do with what they give you. Oh, let me guess.
KASIDY: Kasidy. Kasidy Yates.
SISKO: Yes, I know. My son has told me a lot about you.
KASIDY: Well I think Jake fancies himself something of a matchmaker.
SISKO: He means well. He does get a little too enthusiastic now and
KASIDY: Oh, damn. That sounds like the inertium ore. I'd better go see
what's going on.
SISKO: I'll give you a hand.
KASIDY: I can take care of it.
SISKO: Of course. Sorry about Jake.
KASIDY: How about coffee? Say tomorrow evening, eighteen hundred hours?
SISKO: Sounds good.
KASIDY: I'll see you tomorrow.
(Morning, and Quark is already at the computer when
Rom gets up.)
ROM: There's nothing like sleeping in your old room. So, how was your
QUARK: Mother's been busy.
ROM: Really? I didn't even know she was up yet.
QUARK: I mean she's been busy. I've been doing some checking. This
isn't about three bars of latinum.
ROM: You mean she earned more?
QUARK: A lot more. So much that I haven't been able to track it all
down. She's been operating under dozens of different aliases,
conducting transactions all over the Ferengi Alliance. Do you know what
ROM: It means Moogie's got the lobes for business.
QUARK: Even if I sold everything I have, I couldn't come close to
paying back what she's earned. I'm ruined.
(Later, Quark is sitting, staring straight ahead, when Rom brings him a
ROM: Brother? Is everything all right? I'm so proud of you, Quark. I
mean, other people in your situation might overreact and lose their
temper, make a bad situation worse. But not my brother. You're too
smart for that. You're going to sit there and study the problem, and
then come up with a clear, simple solution.
QUARK: I already have.
ROM: You see? I told you. What is it?
QUARK: I'm going to kill her.
(Ishka working on a PADD when Quark enters.)
QUARK: A-ha. Caught you. Give me that.
ISHKA: Give you what?
QUARK: That PADD you just hid.
ISHKA: It's a letter to your cousin Stol.
QUARK: A likely story.
QUARK: I knew it. You were trying to hide more profits. Well, it won't
work. I know all about your little financial empire.
ISHKA: It's not so little.
QUARK: Then you admit it?
ROM: Brother, calm down. I'm sure Moogie has a perfectly good
explanation for what she's done. Don't you, Moogie?
ISHKA: Since when does a Ferengi have to make excuses for making
QUARK: You're a female.
ISHKA: And when it comes to profit, this female is a better Ferengi
than you'll ever be.
QUARK: You expect me to believe you did all this on your own? You had
help. Admit it. Tell me his name. I'll see to it the FCA hangs him by
his lobes in the Sacred Marketplace.
ISHKA: Quark, sometimes you can be so thick-headed.
ROM: Now, Moogie, there's no need to be insulting.
ISHKA: Of course there is. Insults are the only thing he understands.
He's so blind with jealousy, he can't even think straight.
QUARK: Me? Jealous of you? Hah.
ISHKA: You're just like your father.
QUARK: Why would Father be jealous of you?
ISHKA: Because he knew I had the lobes for business and he didn't. I
tried to help him, give him financial advice, but he wouldn't listen to
me because I was a female.
QUARK: What other reason did he need? Females don't belong in business.
ISHKA: Give me one reason why not.
QUARK: Because it's wrong.
ISHKA: You're going to have to do better than that.
QUARK: No, I'm not. It's the law. That was good enough for Father, and
it's good enough for me.
ISHKA: A lot of things were good enough for your father. He was a
lobeless failure and if you're not careful, you're going to end up just
QUARK: That does it.
ROM: Brother, where are you going?
QUARK: To the FCA. Let's see what they have to say about your financial
ROM: Brother, wait.
QUARK: Out of my way, Rom.
ROM: No. I'm not going to let you hurt Mother.
QUARK: She's no mother of mine.
ROM: Why? Because of what she said about Father? Did it ever occur to
you that she might be right?
QUARK: How dare you take her side against Father's?
ROM: Oh, don't tell me about Father. I knew him a lot better than you
did. You went off as soon as you reached the Age of Ascension, but I
stayed here for ten more years. And you know what I learned in those
ten years? I learned that Father was no financial genius.
QUARK: Take that back.
ROM: It's the truth. He went from one bad deal to the next, one failure
after another. He couldn't hold onto latinum if you sewed it into his
QUARK: Take that back!
(They try to strangle each other, knocking over the furniture and
nearly braining the cameraman with flying fruit - nice one Rene.)
ISHKA: Quark! Rom! That's enough! Let him go!
ROM: But Moogie
ISHKA: Stop it! Stop it, both of you.
(She twists their lobes.)
ISHKA: If your brother wants to go to the FCA, let him.
ROM: But you'll get in trouble.
ISHKA: I'll worry about that. Go on. What are you waiting for?
(Quark totters out of the stairwell, gasping.)
QUARK: That's the steepest forty flights of stairs I've ever climbed.
Seven slips of latinum to use the elevator. Talk about inflation.
(reads wall monitor) Refined dilithium down ten percent?
(He goes over to the receptionist.)
QUARK: The name's Quark. I'm here to see Liquidator Brunt.
(The receptionist taps the money box.)
QUARK: Of course.
(Money in the slot)
RECEPTIONIST: I'll tell Liquidator Brunt that you're here. Have a seat.
QUARK: How much?
RECEPTIONIST: Three slips.
QUARK: I'll stand.
RECEPTIONIST: That'll be one slip.
QUARK: I'll give you two for the chair.
RECEPTIONIST: If you're here to deliver an imprinted confession, you
can leave it with me. I'll see that Liquidator Brunt gets it.
QUARK: Tell Brunt I need to talk to him now. I have information that
could shake the very foundation of the Ferengi Alliance.
(Rom enters, gasping)
ROM: Brother. Wait. I have to sit down.
RECEPTIONIST: That'll be three slips of latinum.
ROM: Brother, can you loan me?
QUARK: Yeah, yeah. Here. Now what do you want?
ROM: I have a message from Moogie.
QUARK: There's nothing she could say that would interest me.
ROM: She'll share it with you.
QUARK: What was that?
ROM: Her profits. Fifty-fifty.
QUARK: Tell Brunt I'll talk to him later. Come on. Let's try out that
ROM: But it's so expensive.
QUARK: I can afford it. (gives the receptionist a slip) For your
QUARK: Mother, I want to apologise for all the
terrible things I said. I was angry, and I got carried away. I'm sorry.
ISHKA: Apology accepted. I'm just glad that Rom was able to catch you
before you made a horrible mistake.
QUARK: It would've been a shame to waste all of that profit.
ISHKA: I'm glad we agree.
QUARK: So, how much latinum have you made?
ISHKA: Does it matter?
QUARK: I just want to make sure that everything is divided fairly.
QUARK: Fifty-fifty. Just like you said.
ISHKA: I never said that. You said he'd let me keep all the profit for
QUARK: I said no such thing.
ROM: So I lied to both of you. I had no choice. It was the only way to
get the two of you talking again.
QUARK: There's nothing to say.
ISHKA: Don't get your lobes caught in the door on your way out.
ROM: That's enough bickering. You're both acting like children. I will
not stand by and let this family fall apart. Quark, you should be
ashamed of yourself. I've seen you treat Cardassians with more respect
than you show your own mother. And Moogie, if Quark can uncover your
hidden investments, eventually the FCA will too. And then all that
profit will be lost. Think about that for a moment. Now, neither of you
is going to leave this room until you've settled things. Is that clear?
And no shouting! I'm going to take a nap.
ISHKA: He's a sweet boy.
QUARK: That's easy for you to say. He doesn't live next door to you.
ISHKA: You're too hard on him. You always have been.
QUARK: I had to be. You were always too easy on him. Maybe if you'd
pushed him a little harder, he would've amounted to something.
ISHKA: I doubt it. When it comes to business, he's a lot like your
QUARK: You enjoy insulting Father, don't you?
ISHKA: I'm not insulting anyone. I'm just being honest. Rom's a lot
like his father. And you, I suppose, are a lot like me.
QUARK: I never knew you felt like that.
ISHKA: Your father might have bought you your first copy of the Rules
of Acquisition, but who helped you memorise them?
QUARK: You did.
ISHKA: I don't think I've ever been prouder than the first time you
made it through all two hundred and eighty five rules without a
QUARK: Rom knows them just as well as I do.
ISHKA: But you understand them. Rom never did. And neither did his
father. But even if Keldar didn't know the first thing about profit, he
knew everything about family. He was a good husband and a wonderful
father. And I loved him for that. The way I love Rom, and the way I
QUARK: You mean that?
ISHKA: Yes, I suppose I do. If it'll make you happy, I'll give back the
QUARK: You'll imprint the confession?
ISHKA: You're my son, Quark. How can I refuse you?
QUARK: You don't know how much this means to me.
ISHKA: I know exactly how much this means to you.
QUARK: Oh, Moogie. I love you.
(The last two customers are still talking.)
SISKO: There's no place like New Orleans for simple pleasures. Good
food, great music.
KASIDY: Sounds like a great place to grow up.
SISKO: The best. Can I get you another raktajino?
KASIDY: No, I'm fine.
SISKO: You seem a little preoccupied.
KASIDY: It's just when we made our plans I forgot I had a previous
SISKO: I see.
KASIDY: It's not what you think. It's kind of a family obligation. You
see, my youngest brother, he's a colonist on
SISKO: That's on the other side of the Federation.
KASIDY: It's so far away, it takes two weeks for a subspace
transmission to get here and I'm expecting one tonight. I promised my
brother I'd listen to it as it came in.
SISKO: I hope nothing's wrong.
KASIDY: Not unless he hurt himself again. Last time he tore some
ligaments in his knee.
SISKO: How'd that happen?
KASIDY: He was doing something called sliding into second.
SISKO: Sliding into second?
SISKO: That sounds like baseball.
KASIDY: You know about baseball?
SISKO: It's my favourite sport. But no one has played it for two
KASIDY: Well, they're playing it on Cestus Three, At least they have
been for the past six months.
SISKO: I had no idea. That's fantastic. How many teams are there?
KASIDY: Six, but they're trying to organise a couple more. I didn't
know you liked baseball.
SISKO: I didn't know anyone else liked baseball, except me and Jake.
KASIDY: Look, this transmission I mentioned, it's an audio recording of
a game between my brother's team, the Pike City Pioneers and the Cestus
Comets. Well, if you'd like you're welcome to listen to it with me.
SISKO: I'd love to.
KASIDY: Oh, great.
SISKO: Tell me, does your brother's league use a designated hitter
KASIDY: Oh no. They thought about it, but decided against it.
SISKO: Wood bats or polyduranide?
KIRA: Wood, of course.
SISKO: Do you think your brother could use a right handed pitcher?
(On the upper level, Jake watches them head off. He's a happy boy.)
(Ishka is playing the naked dumb female, with
strategically placed props for our benefit.)
BRUNT: Everything seems to be in order. I'm glad we can finally put an
end to this matter. And I certainly hope you've learned your lesson.
ISHKA: And what would that be?
BRUNT: She's speaking to me again.
ROM: No, she wasn't.
QUARK: She's speaking to me. Now, what were you saying about a lesson?
BRUNT: Ah, the lesson is, no one can outsmart the FCA.
QUARK: I think she's certainly learned that.
BRUNT: Your mother's confession will serve as a warning to females all
over the Alliance.
QUARK: Oh, I don't think anyone has to know about this. After all, what
would people say if they knew a female had earned that much latinum?
BRUNT: I shudder to think. Goodbye. I sincerely hope I never see any of
QUARK: The feeling is mutual.
(Brunt leaves with a small pouch of money.)
ISHKA: I thought he'd never leave.
(She gets dressed again.)
QUARK: Mother, must you?
ISHKA: Quark, I've just given up a sizable fortune. I'm in no mood for
QUARK: You're absolutely right. If you want to wear clothes, go ahead.
What do I care? I'm leaving anyway.
ISHKA: So soon?
QUARK: I have to reopen the bar. It's supporting all of us now.
ISHKA: Well, you know you could call your mother every once in a while.
Maybe even visit.
QUARK: I will. I promise. Let's go, Rom.
ROM: I'll be along in a moment, brother.
ROM: I'm glad to see you two are finally getting along.
ISHKA: I think things will be a lot better between us from now on.
ROM: As long as he doesn't find out you only gave the FCA a third of
ISHKA: If you ask me, a third was too much. But it's my own fault for
not hiding it better.
ROM: You sure the FCA won't find the rest?
ISHKA: I've got it hidden so well, I'll be lucky if I can find it.
ROM: Oh, Moogie.
ISHKA: Now, Rom, don't start crying. You'll get me doing it. Go on. Go
on. Quark's waiting for you. Take care of your brother.