Quark: “Man Odo, that dead Romulan cloister bug ain’t sitting to well.”

Odo: “How many times have I told you not to eat those things!”

Quark: “How many times have I told you, you look like a disgusting, clay wanged, filthy little mutant fairy bitch in that stupid jacket? Besides, dead Romulan cloister bugs are one of the galaxies finest delicacies.”

Odo: “All you talk about is how much you love Romulan cloister bugs.”

Quark: “Wish I was eating one right now.”

Quark: “I’m making moves Odo, bringing in that paper. Why did you decide to shape-shift into such a bitch? You need to shape-shift yourself a set of balls and stop walking around with that nasty clay tran-hole you call a vagina.”

Odo: “Look Qwark, just because i’ve got a clay tran-hole doesnt mean I dont have feelings.  You know damn well, if I could shape change my hole into a firm cock I would.  A flacid clay wang doesnt do either of us any good…and its just too complex for me to emulate.”

Quark: “Geez Odo! Get back to your filthy bucket so I can rape you with this Ferengi shaft.”