Gul Dukat on Empok Nor: I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working class, but they’ve overcome their shyness; now they’re calling me your highness, and a world screams, “Kiss me, son of god.”

Any plot involving Joran Dax: Each night I lie awake, completely alone. A voice is speaking, and I tremble, for it’s not my own, my own. I can’t ignore it, although I try. The intrusive whisper fascinates me.

VOY Endgame: Person from today, here is you in 2082 2404.

Weyoun: My evil twin, bad weather friend.

Murf in PRO: Mysteerious whisper. Mysteeeeeeeeeeeerious whisper.

LD Minding the Mind’s Mines: And what they found was just a statue standing where the statue got me high.

ENT finale: Everybody dies frustrated and sad

When Dukat killed Jadzia (or Rick Berman on the floor of his residence tomorrow 😉): Now it’s over; I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want, or I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do.