Armin Shimerman: Quark

Who Mourns for Morn?

Quark

Quark: It's a relief not to have to listen to him go on. You know Morn - he never shuts up.

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.

Quark: Someone's extracted all the latinum! There's nothing here but worthless gold!
Odo: And it's all yours!
[chuckles]

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: Do me a favor. Don't tell his ex-wife. I'm gonna need a little oo-mox later.

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.

[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: [about Morn] People love him. He's like a mascot. Everyone who comes in here expects to see him, and if they don't it doesn't feel like home to them.
Odo: [knowingly] And that's not good for business.
Quark: The last time he went away, my sales dropped almost five percent.

Quark: [after finding a storage locker key in Morn's painting] Morn, wherever you are... I love you!