Garak: Certainly computer entries were made on a regular basis.
Bajoran woman: I wouldn't know, I wasn't a volunteer then. I was in the underground.
Garak: Really! Perhaps we have met!

Bashir: Assuming you're not a spy...
Garak: Assuming...
Bashir: ...then maybe you're an outcast.
Garak: Or maybe I'm an outcast spy.
Bashir: How could you be both?
Garak: I never said I was either.

That's why you came to me, isn't it, Captain? Because you knew I could do those things that you weren't capable of doing. Well, it worked. And you'll get what you want, a war between the Romulans and the Dominion. And if your conscience is bothering you, you should soothe it with the knowledge that you may have just saved the entire Alpha Quadrant and all it cost was the life of one Romulan senator, one criminal, and the self-respect of one Starfleet officer.

I don't know about you, but I'd call that a bargain.

I'm just a simple tailor