Quark: I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this.

Elim Garak: What is it?

Quark: A human drink. It’s called root beer.

Elim Garak: [unwilling] Uh, I don’t know…

Quark: Come on, aren’t you just a little bit curious?

[Garak sighs, takes a sip and gags]

Quark: What do you think?

Elim Garak: It’s vile!

Quark: I know. It’s so bubbly, and cloying, and happy.

Elim Garak: Just like the Federation.

Quark: But you know what’s really frightening? If you drink enough of it, you begin to like it.

Elim Garak: It’s insidious!

Quark: Just like the Federation.