J.G. Hertzler credited as playing...
Martok
- Lt. Commander Worf: Anyone can see that we are hopelessly mismatched. She is a Trill, I'm a Klingon. She has had five marriages; this would be my first. When she is laughing, I am somber. When I am happy, she is crying. She plays tongo with the Ferengi bartender; I can barely stand him. She mocks everything, while I take everything seriously. She is nothing like the woman I thought I would marry.
- Martok: We are not accorded the luxury of choosing the women we fall in love with. Do you think Sirella is anything like the woman I thought that I'd marry? She is a prideful, arrogant, mercurial woman, who shares my bed far too infrequently for my taste. And yet... I love her, deeply. We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle, our desire for glory and honor above all else. But how hollow is the sound of victory without someone to share it with. Honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home... and in his heart.
- Lt. Commander Worf: There are six trials we must face on the path to Kal'Hyah. This is the first - deprivation. We now begin a fast that will continue until the day of the wedding.
- Doctor Bashir: That's four days away.
- Martok: It is a short time, I know, but we must make the best of it.
- Captain Sisko: What are the other five trials?
- Lt. Commander Worf: Blood, pain, sacrifice, anguish, and death.
- Doctor Bashir: Sounds like marriage alright.
- Chief O'Brien: How would you know?
- General Martok: My Lady.
- Sirella: You've put on weight, and your hair is going gray.
- General Martok: My... deterioration is proceeding apace.
- Sirella: I thought you would be in your grave by now.
- General Martok: [laughing] I shall endeavor to die. This year, if possible.
- Martok: You knew about this, didn't you?
- Captain Sisko: Oh, I had a pretty good idea.
- Martok: And you did nothing to stop it?
- Captain Sisko: No. In fact, I recommended you for the position myself. Allow me to offer my congratulations to the new Supreme Commander of the Ninth Fleet.
- Martok: Do you have any idea how much paperwork a supreme commander has to do?
- Captain Sisko: You're welcome!
- Lt. Commander Worf: Now begins the trial of blood.
- Martok: Let rivers flow from our veins.
- Lt. Commander Worf: Who will be first?
- [O'Brien, Sisko and Alexander clandestinely move one step backwards, while Bashir, somewhat groggy, stays put]
- Lt. Commander Worf: I did not expect it to be you, Doctor.
- Doctor Bashir: [looks around] Neither did I.
- Lt. Commander Worf: [referring to a number of pugil sticks] These... are Ma'Stakas.
- Doctor Bashir: What, er... what do we do with them?
- General Martok: At the conclusion of the wedding ceremony, you will use them to attack Worf and Dax.
- Chief O'Brien: Obviously. Don't you know anything?
- Lt. Commander Worf: The tradition dates back to the wedding of Kahless and Lukara, who were nearly killed by Molor's troops, moments after they were married. Until the ceremony, you should keep these with you at all times.
- Captain Sisko: I trust this combat is non-lethal?
- General Martok: It is a symbolic attack only.