[Sa'ar Chasm]

Medical Log: I've been trying to destroy this virus called the Harvesters for some aliens. It's slow going, but at least it allows me more time to spend with Chief O'Brien.

Chief's Log: Kill me now.

*snicker* Careful what you wish for.

O'Brien: I have to stay here longer? With him? Kill me now!
O'Brien: Sigh. Kill me now.
O'Brien: Kill me now.
O'Brien: ...Kill me now.
Harvester Virus: I'm working on it, I'm working on it!

Hah!

Bashir: Chief, you're just disagreeing with everything I say!
O'Brien: No, I'm not.

Look, I only came in here for an argument.

Keiko: He's drinking coffee! Miles never has a second cup of coffee at home!

I like where this reference is going.

O'Brien: MmmmRRGle.

Mrph.

O'Brien: Those aliens infected me with the Harvesters, tried to kill me, and stuck me with the Doctor for over a week! As far as I'm concerned they can kiss my sickly, white, Irish --
Sisko: Chief, please! No one needs to see your Harvesters moon.

Speaking as a sickly white Irishman...ARRRRGH!

E'Tyshra: Yes, look! You can still see blobs of raspberry jam floating around where their shuttle used to be.
Sharat: Rasp-- ...You idiot!

Hah! Yes! Go Spaceballs.

O'Brien: Yeah, about that. I'm not sure I should've had that second cup. (vomits)
Keiko: (to self) Miles never vomits at home...

And Airplane.

Man: Must be an alien.
Woman: Why?
Man: He hasn't got lesions all over him.

*grins*

Bashir: We can treat your illness. We're from Starfleet and we're main characters; that makes us smart, charming, and invulnerable.
Trevean: We were once all those things. Then the Dominion came...

...and relegated you to background roles and cameos?

Ekoria: Sorry about the crowd. This blight has made my people worship death. When I was young, I drank chocolate milk every night, hoping to find the next morning I had Quikened.

*twitch*

Ekoria: What's Kukulkan?
Bashir: A giant winged snake, but that's not important right now.

It is, too, according to Wikipedia. And I see we've revisited Airplane.

Bashir: They're all dead. Trevean came in and poisoned them all. Just giving the quickened a quick end, I guess.
Dax: And was it right for our patients to have taken the poison?
Bashir: Meh. Who are we to judge the quickened dead?

*TWITCH*

Ekoria: Yes, this combined with my pregnancy makes me double-quick.

Bashir: Geez, even my victory comes with a swift quicken the teeth!

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! That's it! I'll grab the Nerf bats, the rest of you bar the exits.

And to whoever takes his head, remember...there can be only One.