Armin Shimerman: Quark

The House of Quark

Quark

Quark: I am Quark, son of Keldar, and I have come to answer the challenge of D'Ghor, son of... whatever.

[Quark is facing a fight to the death with D'Ghor]
Quark: Go ahead - kill me! That is why I'm here, isn't it, to be killed? Well, here I am, so go ahead and do it. You all want me to pick up that sword and fight him, don't you? But I don't have a chance, and you know it. You only want me to put up a fight so that your precious honor will be satisfied. Well, I'm not gonna make it so easy for you.
[he kneels down]
Quark: Having me fight D'Ghor is nothing more than an execution. So, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get - an execution. No honor, no glory. And when you tell your children and your grandchildren the glorious story of how you rose to power and took Grilka's house from her, I hope you remember to tell them how you heroically killed an unarmed Ferengi half your size.

Gowron: The House of Kozak is gone. For the time being it will be known as... as the House of...?
Quark: Quark.
Gowron: Querk?
Quark: Quark!
Gowron: ...the House of Quark.

Quark: I should've gone into insurance - better hours, more money, less scruples.

Quark: You see the way they look at me now? I'm not just some venal Ferengi trying to take their money. I'm Quark, slayer of Klingons!

Rom: But what about Kozak's family? What if they come here for revenge?
Quark: If that happens, I'll stand up, look them straight in the eye - and offer them a bribe.

Quark: There's an old Ferengi saying about discretion being the better part of valor.
Grilka: Then what they say about the Ferengi is true. You're all lying, thieving cowards, who have no sense of loyalty or honor!
Quark: "Sticks and stones."
Grilka: I thought you were different. I thought you had something in here. But all you have in there is a piece of latinum - and it's a pretty small piece at that.

[a crowd has gathered in front of Quark's bar]
Quark: Look at them: they're consumed with morbid fascination. They can't wait to get in here. They all want to know what happened. Was it a bar fight? What started it? And most of all, who killed the Klingon...?

Quark: [D'Ghor has cornered Quark to interrogate him about his "brother"'s death] I wish you had been there. You would have been proud of your brother. He fought a brave and valiant battle right up to the end. It was an honor to kill him.
D'Ghor: I'm sure it was. Remember that when you tell your customers about the death of Kozak.

Quark: [analyzing Grilka's finances] It's no accident your family's getting weaker and D'Ghor's family is getting stronger; he's been systematically attacking your family's assets for over five years now.
Grilka: You mean D'Ghor has been scheming and plotting like a F...?
Quark: Like a Ferengi!

Grilka: You have given me back my house and my family name. How can I repay you?
Quark: I would like a divorce, please. No offense.
Grilka: None taken.

Rom: You can't buy respect, brother. And that's what you have now, respect. That's what you wanted, isn't it.
Quark: Respect... is good. But latinum's better.

Grilka: [Waking up in what had been the House of D'Ghor, but, is now namelss, Quark's just had the situation explained to him by Tumek, as Griilka enters the room, wearing a fur-trimmed robe, and holding a matching one; for Quark] Put this on.
Quark: Why?
Grilka: Because of you do not, I will kill you.

Grilka: You've given me back my House and my family name. How can I repay you?
Quark: I would like a divorce please, no offense.
Grilka: None taken. I can give it to you right away.
[Grilka slaps Quark's jaw in a backhand fashion. Quark falls to the floor]
Grilka: [snarls] N'Gos tlhogh cha!
[translation - "Our Marriage is done!"]
Grilka: [Grilka spits at Quark. Quark flicks some of the spittle off his hand as he clutches his jaw gingerly. Grilka bends down and smiles at him]
Grilka: [calmly] You're a free man.
Quark: [defensively] A little warning would have been nice...
[Grilka gives Quark a passionate kiss. She looks at him with gratefulness and respect]
Grilka: Q'apla, Quark... son of Keldar.
Quark: [smiles admiringly] Q'apla to you too.
[Grilka leaves. Rom, who has been standing nearby watching, stares at Quark speechless and amazed. Quark watches Grilka go and continues to smile admiringly as he massages his jaw]

[Quark is looking over the financial records of Kozak and D'Ghor, with Grilka by his side]
Quark: Very clever... Very clever, indeed... D'Ghor has manipulated your family's holdings, devalued the lands you hold... and he is the principal creditor on Kozak's outstanding gambling debts. It's no accident that your family is getting weaker and D'Ghor's family is getting stronger, he has been systematically attacking your family's assets for over five years now.
Grilka: [outraged] You mean D'Ghor has been scheming and plotting like a...
Quark: [finishing her thought] ... Like a Ferengi.
Grilka: [reeling with indignation] There is no honor in what he has done! If he wanted to challenge MY house, he would have made a declaration - met our forces in battle!
Quark: And risk destroying the very thing he wanted most... your lands and property.
[Grilka calms down as she realizes that Quark is right]
Grilka: [sits next to Quark; indicating the screen and information PADDs containing the financial fraud evidence] Can you prove *any* of this?
[Quark nods]
Grilka: You can show the council exactly what D'Ghor has done?
Quark: It's all right here. All I need to do is to talk them through it.
Grilka: [grateful and relieved] Thank you, Quark. You may have saved my family.
Quark: [smiles puckishly] Well... It is the House of Quark, after all.

[Quark has just been informed by Rom that the drunk Klingon, Kozak, is out of money for another drink of blood wine and is asking for credit]
Quark: [to Rom] I'll handle this... Watch and learn!
[Quark approaches the Klingon. He bangs a cup on the Klingon's table to get his attention]
Quark: [loudly and with authority] My Name is Quark!
[Kozak drunkenly looks up and growls animalistically at him. Quark's confidence drains away]
Quark: [nervously] Uh... I would like to discuss...
[Quark smiles and shrugs]
Quark: ...arranging a line of credit.
[laughs nervously]