QUARK: I don't. And I'm going to do something about it. This disease has got to be stopped before it destroys everything Ferenginar stands for. If Zek wants me to be Nagus, he's going to have to let me do things my way. Or else, I'll turn down the job!
ROM: Are you serious?
QUARK: You bet I am.
ROM: But being Nagus will make you rich.
QUARK: I don't care. I won't preside over the demise of Ferengi civilisation. Not me. The line has to be drawn here. This far and no further!
QUARK: Just think. This time next week I'll be living in the Nagal Residence.
NOG: They say even the waste extraction fixtures are plated with latinum.
QUARK: That's right. Oh, the first thing I'm going to do is rip them out and replace them with solid latinum fixtures.
LEETA: That's a little indulgent, don't you think?
QUARK: Of course, that's the point. A Nagus has to lead by example. My greed has to be a shining light to everyone. A testament to the rewards of avarice.
QUARK: Why else would he come all this way. He's going to buy me out... and for a fraction of what the place is worth.
ROM: You can always refuse to sell.
QUARK: Why didn't I think of that. (angrily) Idiot, the Nagus doesn't take no for an answer.