[Quark's Bar] (Quark is back to full male, but holding a
ring.) Interesting ring.
It was a gift. Poor Nilva. Such a lovely man, but so lonely.
Really? There was a sweetness to him, and also a strength.
Sometimes he'd get this little glint in his eye. You know what I mean.
Not really, but I'm glad you had a pleasant evening.
You're mocking me, aren't you? And you're being a little overly sensitive.
I've only been a male again for six hours. My hormones must still be out of balance.
My emotions are raging out of control. Is there anything I can do?
Would you mind giving me a hug? A hug?
Just a small one. (Odo nods, Quark rushes into his arms, crying.)
Thank you. (Odo spots Morn watching and breaks it up.
Zek, Ishka, Rom and Maihar'du enter.) I hope we're not interrupting anything.
Excuse me. (Odo leaves.)
We just wanted to say goodbye before we go back to Ferenginar.
Where the rivers run with muck and the streets are swarming with happy females.
And where, if all goes according to plan, the FCA commissioners will once again proclaim
me Grand Nagus. That would be nice, but Brunt's going to fight
you at every turn. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm glad we have Nilva on our side. And we have you to thank for that, Quark.
Will you forgive me, Moogie? Of course I do. You may be a lousy son, but
you made a wonderful daughter. I hope the experience taught you something.
It made me more compassionate, more empathetic, more nurturing. I feel like I'm trapped in
my worst nightmare. Don't worry. I'm sure it won't last. You'll
be back to your old self in no time. (Zek, Ishka and Maihar'du leave.)
You are so lucky. No man ever gave me a ring. Quark?
Aluura. I read the book.
What book? You know, Oo-mox for Fun and
You shouldn't be wasting your time reading that kind of trash.
But you told me to. Forget what I told you. It was wrong and I
apologise. You are a wonderful employee and I'm lucky to have you working for me. In fact,
as of today, I'm giving you a raise. Another two slips of latinum a week.
Really? It's the least I can do.
That's too bad. All right, make it three.
No, it's not that. Then what?
It's just that Oo-mox sounded like fun. The tympanic tickle, the eustachian tube rub,
the auditory nerve nibble. But if that's the way you feel about it.
That is exactly the way I feel about it. (Aluura leaves him.)
What am I saying? Aluura? Wait.