Worf

(As happy gamblers play below, Worf sits alone at a table and stares at nothing.) 

O'BRIEN: 

You look like you could 

use some company. 

WORF :

Chief, do you remember the time 

we rescued Captain Picard 

from The Borg? 

O'BRIEN: 

How could I forget? 

It was touch and go 

there for a while. 

There were a couple of moments when I thought we were all going to wind up 

being assimilated. 

WORF: 

I never doubted the outcome. 

We were like warriors 

from the ancient sagas — 

There was nothing 

we could not do. 

O'BRIEN: 

….except keep the holodecks working right.  (grins)

WORF: 

(It is not reciprocated) I have decided 

to resign from Starfleet. 

O'BRIEN: Resign? What are you talking about? 

WORF: 

I have made up my mind. 

It is for the best. 

O'BRIEN: 

Look, I know how much 

you miss the Enterprise, 

but I'm sure they'll be 

building a new one soon. 

WORF: 

It will not be the same. 

The Enterprise I knew is gone. 

Those were GOOD years, 

but now it is time for me to move on. 

O'BRIEN: 

And do what? 

WORF: 

I do not know. 

I thought I would be 

returning to Boreth, 

but now that is impossible. 

I have made an enemy of Gowron, 

and every other Klingon 

in the Empire. 

O'BRIEN: 

All the more reason 

to stay in Starfleet. 

WORF: This uniform will only serve to remind me of how I have disgraced myself in the eyes of my people. I suppose I could get a berth on a Nyberrite Alliance Cruiser. They are always eager to hire experienced officers. 

O'BRIEN: 

The Nyberrite Alliance? 

That's a long way.

 What about your son? 

WORF: 

Alexander is much happier 

living with his grandparents 

on Earth than he ever 

was staying with me. 

One thing is certain. 

The sooner I leave here, the better. 

My continued presence on Deep Space Nine would only be a liability to Captain Sisko in his dealings with the Klingons. 

QUARK: 

Do you hear that, Chief? 

Seventy two decibels. 

Music to my ears. 

O'BRIEN: 

I think I liked it better 

when it was quiet. 

QUARK: 

You want quiet, go to the Replimat. 

This is Quark's the way 

Quark's should be. 

The way it was meant to be. 

Am I glad we finally got rid 

of all those Klingons. 

Present company excepted, 

of course. 

(Worf leaves.) 

O'BRIEN: 

I got to hand it to you, Quark. 

You really know how to make 

your customers feel welcome. 

QUARK: 

What do I care? 

All he ever drinks 

is prune juice.

[Captain's office]

SISKO: 

I'm sorry, Mister Worf, but I can't 

accept your resignation at this time. 

WORF: 

I do not understand. 

What further use 

could I BE here? 

SISKO: 

I'm not •sure• yet. But as long 

as the fighting continues between 

the Klingons and the Cardassians, 

I need you here on the station. 

WORF: 

If you think that is wise. 

SISKO: 

I don't know if it's WISE or not — 

But I DO know that 

you're a good officer, 

and right now I need EVERY 

good officer I can get.