Happy Birthday Terry Farrell!

I had such a great time working with these people-I hope it's such a big success that we end up doing two of them. It was fun!

I think it's rather sad, there's quite a fashion for keeping the outside appearance of a building at the expense of the interior. When you're inside Battersea Power Station, you won't know it because the corridors, shops and apartments will be the same as everywhere else.

I wouldn’t say the nightlife for anybody in New York is all that wholesome.

I begged the producers not to kill me. They thought I was just being this neurotic little actress hoping to have a part to come back to, but I really meant it. I didn't want to see six great years end that way.

My eyes are different sizes, my nose is too broad at the bridge and squishes up when I laugh, and my lips are sorta funny when I smile.

You would understand far more what it used to be. It would be a sort of monument, it would be far better than going to a shopping center, or a luxury home, and saying, 'do you realize this used to be Battersea Power Station?'.

I like athletic men, but not like Arnold Schwarzenegger, though he’s gorgeous. A guy’s got to be sexy, optimistic, like to have a good time.

I grew up on red meat and corn. But I don't eat like that anymore.

I wanted to be like Vivien Leigh in ‘Gone With the Wind.’ I wanted to have black hair, green eyes and break hearts.

I said that what we should do is remove the walls but retain the colonnade, and make the whole interior a park.

Photographers and people do try to take advantage of you. You just have to stand your ground and prove you’re not an easy target.

Danson is very funny and very attractive. Hell, if he wasn't married, I'd go out with him in a minute.

Actually, Marina is a great role model because she stands up and has her own voice. Sure, maybe she should look a little bit before she leaps, but at least she gets up and says something.

That must've been one dull ship. 

No, it's just, I didn't expect you to surrender so quickly. 

So, how are you enjoying your honeymoon? Are you suffering enough? 

There you go again - looking for the cloud in the silver lining. 

I'm a Trill. Does that make you feel any better? 

Oh, you've gotta be kidding! I've changed bodies six times, Worf.

I get the point! I don't know how you can live with someone so monotonous. 

Worf, my love - let me make this very clear: I do not want to spend my honeymoon climbing, hiking, sweating, bleeding or suffering in any way. 

Room Service. I want to be pampered. I want a staff to cater to our every whim. I want to be embarrassed by the size of our room. I want a balcony, with a view that would make you want to break down and cry from the sheer beauty of it all. And I *don't* want to spend one moment of our honeymoon suffering from anything except guilt about our complete self-indulgence. 

Excuse me. Could you tell me where the tennis courts are? I seem to be lost. 

No, they don't. That's just it. They say I have no obligation to them. But I do. I know it, I feel it. If not to them, I owe it to Curzon. 

The Korvat colony. First day of negotiations, I walked out on you - right in the middle of that long-winded speech of yours. You should have seen the look on your face. Nobody had ever had the kajunpak't to show their back to the great Kang before Curzon did. 

Who's talking about dying? I have no intention of dying. You dishonor yourself already, Kang, by placing your honor above mine. No Klingon warrior would leave a comrade behind while he goes off to battle! Perhaps you're right - Klingon honor isn't what it used to be. 

You know what, Kang? I think you Klingons embrace death too easily. You treat death like a lover. I think living is a lot more attractive. 

The gravimetric distortions are intensifying. But they don't seem to be coming from the star itself. 

How about this? We work for a few more hours, and then we go back to your room and count each other's spots. 

Tell Quark I'll be back to collect the three strips of gold latinum he owes me - with sixty years interest. 

After eight lifetimes as a humanoid, existing as pure consciousness... might be interesting.

You don't know me as well as you think you do. I'm sure you looked at all the training profiles. But that doesn't tell you who Jadzia really was before she was joined. She was the quietest, shyest, most withdrawn young woman you've ever known - brilliant, top grades... and not a clue to what life was about. She'd never lived outside the program. And it didn't matter because she was sailing through it. Until she met Curzon Dax. Curzon sized her up in about twenty seconds, and made the next two weeks the most miserable of her life. She cried herself to sleep every night. She hated him for it. But when the field training was over and she learned about Curzon's recommendation to terminate her from the program, she went back a different woman. She found her voice and reapplied. She tore through the program with a passion, a vengeance. And in the end the administrators chose her for joining.