Emissary

Julian:	This will be perfect! Real...frontier medicine.
Julian:	Out here in the frontier, it's just one adventure after another.

The Forsaken

Sisko:	Keep them happy.
Julian:	Nothing makes them happy! They are dedicated to being unhappy, and to spreading that unhappiness around wherever they go. They are the Ambassadors of Unhappy!

Cardassians

Garak:	I am no more a spy than you are...
Julian:	...a doctor.
Garak:	I don't make the rules.
Julian:	But you do play the game, don't you, Garak?
Julian:	A bite on the hand is certainly worth saving a boy's life, don't you think?
Garak:	I suppose it depends on whose hand... just joking, Doctor.

The Alternate

Julian:	[To Jadzia] My replicator or yours?
Julian:	[To Odo] I've prescribed rest because it's hard for a doctor to go wrong with that one.

The Wire

Garak:	Doctor, has anyone ever told you that you are an infuriating pest!?!
Julian:	Cheif O'Brien ALL the time, and I never pay any attention to HIM either!
Julian:	I hope you don't have one of those little bugs hidden in my quarters.
Odo:	Should I?
Julian:	In my expert medical opinion, I'd say it's...sick.
Jadzia:	I know that, but why is it sick?
Julian:	I'm a doctor, not a botanist.
Tain:	Tell me, Doctor, is anyone else in Starfleet as brash as you?
Julian:	I couldn't say...but probably not.
Julian:	So what have you have told me were true?
Garak:	All of it!
Julian:	Even the lies?
Garak:	Especially the lies!

Profit and Loss

Julian:	If you're not a spy ... maybe you're an outcast.
Garak:	Or maybe I'm an outcast spy.
Julian:	How can you be both?
Garak:	I never said I was either.
Julian:	Before you can be loyal to another you must be loyal to yourself...
Garak:	And who can we thank for those misguided words of wisdom? Sarek of Vulcan?
Julian:	Actually, it was Bashir--of Earth.
Garak:	With sentiments like those, you wouldn't last for five seconds on Cardassia.
Julian:	Would you?

Prophet Motives

Julian:	How many games of racquetball have we played in the last two months?
O'Brien:	I don't know... 15, maybe 20?
Julian:	Try 70; I've been keeping track of that, too. And you know what all those games have proved to me? That I'm a poor substitute for you wife.
O'Brien:	I could'a told you that 60 games ago.
O'Brien:	You'd rather play a game of racquetball?
Julian:	Chief, since Keiko's been on Bajor we've played 106 games of racquetball.
O'Brien:	Right. So throw a dart.
O'Brien:	But I bet there are doctors all over the Federation saying: Julian Bashir? Who the hell is he?

Distant Voices

Garak:	I thought you liked mysteries.
Julian:	I do, Earth mysteries. [...]The enigma stories would be more exciting if the outcome wasn't always the same -- The suspects are always guilty.
Garak:	[...]The challenge is finding which suspect did exactly what.
Julian:	..I keep hearing voices.
O'Brien:	And he thinks we're acting strangely.
Jadzia:	[To Julian] So...if you're in a coma, and we're not real, then what are we doing here?
Kira:	[To Julian] Ha! A paranoid (points to Odo), a coward (points to O'Brien), a hot-rod (points to Dax)-- you could've dreamed up better company.
Sisko:	Just doing my job.
Julian:	No you're not, you're doing my job -- what's more, you're doing it as well as I can. You represent my professionalism.
Sisko:	I'm flattered, doctor.
Julian:	I haven't worked on a two dimensional control panel in a long time. How did we ever manage?
Jadzia:	We always seemed to muddle through somehow.
Julian:	Pulse threading, blood pressure steadily lowering -- I'm dying.
O'Brien:	I could've told you that just by looking at you.
Julian:	Just give up? I don't think so!
Garak:	[To Julian] ... and what I find interesting is how your mind ended up casting me in the role of the villain! [...] To think, after all this time, all our lunches together, you still don't trust me. There's hope for you yet, doctor.

Way of the Warrior

Julian:	I can't belive you're not pressing charges.
Garak:	Constable Odo and Captain Sisko expressed similar concerns but really doctor, there was no harm done.
Julian:	They broke seven of your transverse ribs and fractured your clavicle.
Garak:	Ah, but I got off several cutting remarks which no doubt did serious damage to their egos.
Julian:	Garak, this isn't funny.
Garak:	I'm serious doctor. Thanks to your administrations, I'm almost completely healed but the damage I did to them will last a lifetime.
O'Brien:	Dr. Julian Bashir, Lt. Cmdr. Worf.
Julian:	Care for a game of darts?
Worf:	I do not play games.
O'Brien:	It's like poker, but with pointed tips. Allll-right then, think of it as target practice.
Julian:	The object is to throw this dart and hit that board over there.
O'Brien:	Aim for the dot in the middle.
Odo:	Doctor, if a Klingon were to kill me, I'd expect nothing less than an entire opera on the subject.

Starship Down

Jadzia:	A year ago, I would have thought you were trying to be a hero.
Julian:	And now?
Jadzia:	Now, I realize... it was just a stupid thing to do.
Julian:	Ah, you're welcome.
Jadzia:	If you don't mind my saying, Julian, that's a very strange fantasy.
Julian:	It's been a long time since I had that particular fantasy.
Jadzia:	Oh?
Julian:	You sound disappointed.
Jadzia:	Julian!
Julian:	That's right. You enjoyed being chased and now you miss it.
Jadzia:	That's preposterous! And if you start chasing me again--
Julian:	Don't worry, Jadzia, now that I know you liked it, I don't need to, do I?

Our Man Bashir

Garak:	So, what do we do now?
Julian:	I'm thinking.
Garak:	Think faster!
Garak:	Is that your plan?
Julian:	Shut up!
Garak:	Kiss the girl, get the key. They never taught us that in the Obsidian Order.

The Quickening

Julian:	Is it just me, or do the stars shine a little brighter in the Gamma Quadrant?
Jadzia:	Is it just me, or has Julian lost his mind?
Julian:	I prefer to confront mortality, rather than hide from it.
Julian:	Those little points of light out there...the great Unknown beckoning to us.
Julian:	There's no cure for the Blight. The Dominion made sure of that. And I was so arrogant I thought I could cure it in a week.
Julian:	Maybe that was arrogant. But it's even more arrogant to say that there is no cure, just because you couldn't find it.

Apocalypse Rising

Julian:	You're positively glowing.
Kira:	Oh, really.
Julian:	I think so, but I suppose my opinion doesn't really count.
Kira:	Oh it counts. Don't forget, this is your fault.
Julian:	My fault?
Kira:	You performed the transfer from Keiko to me.
Julian:	After you volunteered.
Kira:	After you put the idea in my head.
Julian:	After you flew the Runabout into an asteroid field.
Kira:	After you insisted we check on those anomalous bioscans.
Julian:	That was Keiko!
Kira:	Yes it was, but I'd rather blame you.
Julian:	Whatever makes you happy. I never argue with my patients or my commanding officer.

Looking for Par'mach in All the Wrong Places

Julian:	[To Quark and Grilka] Never mind; I don't need that particular image running around in my head. I'll just treat you.
Julian:	[To Jadzia and Worf] I don't need that image, either; in fact, I'm going to stop asking that question altogether. People can come in, I will treat them, and that's all.

Trials and Tribble-ations

Julian:	I think I've seen enough. Let's get you back to sickbay.
Julian:	Whattley? That was my great-grandmother's name.
O'Brien:	Funny.
Julian:	And I think she was in Starfleet.
O'Brien:	Why? That's a common enough name.
Julian:	But what if that was her?
O'Brien:	Do you realize the odds?
Julian:	No one ever met my great-grandfather... this could be a predestination paradox! God, Chief, surely you took elementary temporal mechanics at the Academy... I could be destined to fall in love with that woman and become my own great-grandfather!
O'Brien:	You're being ridiculous!
Julian:	Ridiculous! If I don't meet with her tomorrow I may never be born!
Kira:	[Over comm badge] Chief, are you ready for transport?
O'Brien:	Are we ever!
Julian:	You saw the way she looked at me! You can't just dismiss this!
O'Brien:	I can try.
Julian:	All right. Fine. But I can't wait to get back to Deep Space Nine and see your face when you find out that I never existed!"
Sisko:	In the old days, operations officers wore red, command officers wore gold...
Jadzia:	And women wore less.
Julian:	I think I'm going to like history.

Dr. Bashir, I Presume

Julian:	[To Julian] Just think Julian, if this thing works you'll be able to irritate hundreds of people you've never even met. [chuckles]
Holo-Julian:	Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Zimmerman:	Oh, that's original.
Julian:	What do you want me to do?
Zimmerman:	Just stand there and look like a doctor. If you can!
Julian:	[To his father] Jules Bashir died in that hospital because you couldn't live with the shame of a son who didn't measure up!
Julian:	[To Quark] The word you are looking for is 'unnatural', meaning not from nature. 'FREAK' or 'MONSTER' would also be acceptable!
Julian:	She's a female, Rom, and the one constant in the universe is, females are trouble!

Soldiers of the Empire

O'Brien:	So, Julian, how's the Intelligence business?
Julian:	Oh, I can't talk about it. All I can do is read these reports, and analyses, and analyses of analyses, and keep my mouth shut about it. So, I have to walk around the station looking like I--you really don't care, do you?
O'Brien:	No, Julian, I don't.
Julian:	[General Martok] If you really want to thank me, don't come in here dripping blood anymore--it takes days to get it out of the carpet!

One Little Ship

O'Brien:	What are you laughing about? You're as small as I am!
Julian:	Actually, you are sitting 1.5 meters closer to the singularity, which makes you point three percent smaller than I am.
Julian:	This conduit's filthy. Don't you ever clean up in here?
Jadzia:	All right, all right, let's not badger the Chief.
O'Brien:	Thank you!
Julian:	I'm sorry. That was rather [smirks] small of me.

Change of Heart

Julian:	What's the point? You can't play Tongo -- it'll take you another century to beat Quark.
O'Brien:	I can't, but you can -- with that genetically engineered brain of yours.
Julian:	But I just learned the rules!
O'Brien:	In 5 seconds flat!
Julian:	[rises] "No, Chief. It's your obsession, not mine.
O'Brien:	Do it for latinum.
Julian:	Ha, nice try.
O'Brien:	Do it for the look on Quark's face when he is beaten at Tongo by a lowly hu-man.
Julian:	[sits] "Deal the cards.