ODO: You miss him, don't you? JAKE: Nog? Maybe a little. QUARK: A little? There isn't a day goes by that I don't see him standing here, pining away for that no-good nephew of mine. JAKE: I'm not here every day. QUARK: No, just four or five times a week. If you ask me, Nog should never have gone off to the Academy. You lost a friend, and I lost a good waiter.












