Odo : By the way, your gagh has arrived.
Ezri Dax : My what...? Oh, no.
Colonel Kira Nerys : Oh, yes. And it's waiting for you in cargo bay 2.
Colonel Kira Nerys : [incredulous] Your *gagh*?
Ezri Dax : Jadzia ordered it. She was planning a party for Martok's birthday next week.
Colonel Kira Nerys : How much gagh did she order?
Odo : Fifty-one cases.
Ezri Dax : Each containing a different variety.
Colonel Kira Nerys : There are *varieties* of gagh?
Ezri Dax : Oh, yes. I can remember what each one tastes like. And the way they feel when you... swallow them. Torgud gagh wiggles. Filden gagh squirms. Meshta gagh jumps...
[She starts dry-heaving; the conversation continues as she composes herself]
Ezri Dax : ...Bithool gagh has *feet*.
Ezri Dax : Flush it out the airlock. All of it.
Odo : [shaking his head] Environmental regulations.
Colonel Kira Nerys : Well, why don't you just give it to Martok?
Ezri Dax : He'd insist on sharing it with me, as a point of honor.
Ezri Dax : Wistan gagh is packed in Targ blood...
[she looks nauseated]
Ezri Dax : I have to go now.