Entek: I think you know. Major, your testimony would make for a more dramatic trial, but I'd be willing to dispense with it if you give us any trouble.
Garak: The Major is the least of your problems, Entek. (Sisko throws a bag onto the floor behind Entek.)
Sisko: I suggest you lower your weapons.
Garak: Do as he says. Now, Entek. (Sisko's bag morphs into Odo.)
Odo: I'll take that. (Entek's weapon.) Thank you. (Kira disarms the guards.)
Entek: Garak, what are you doing here?
Garak: I got homesick. I think we'd better be going.
Kira: Don't worry, he's on our side. I think. Come on.
Garak: Major, I don't think I've ever seen you looking so ravishing.
Sisko: Are you all right?
Kira: I'm fine. How did you?
Garak: Suffice it to say, I still have friends on Cardassia. You will no doubt derive years of enjoyment trying to determine exactly who they are.
Sisko: Legate, we have a ship waiting. From the sound of things, I think you'd better come with us.
Ghemor: Yes, I think that might be wise.
Entek: Garak, I don't understand. Why are you helping these people? Ghemor is a traitor, an enemy of the Order.
Garak: Treason, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
Entek: You're making a serious mistake. Up until now, the Order was satisfied to let you live in exile, but now
Kira: Come on. Odo, Garak, let's go.
Garak: I'd almost forgotten what a pleasure it was to be with my fellow Cardassians. And though I'd like to stay and listen to you bluster, I simply don't have the time.
(As the group turns to leaves, Entek draws a concealed weapon. Garak turns and atomises him.)
Garak: A pity. I rather liked him.