Garak: With sentiments like those, you wouldn’t last for five seconds on Cardassia.
Bashir: Would you?
Garak: Fishing again, Doctor?
Bashir: Well, assuming you’re not a spy…
Garak: Assuming.
Bashir: …then maybe you’re an outcast.
Garak: Or maybe I’m an outcast spy.
Bashir: How could you be both?
Garak: I never said I was either.
Maybe you’re a fishmonger.
Maybe he’s the fishmonger’s wife. Maybe he had the fishmonger’s wife and ran.