[I can not stress enough: THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA. Quark probably knows this, but he's a desperate boy with too many terrible influences not to say "fuck it" at this point.]

Okay!

[His face is set in steely determination as he looks for a weapon in his bag. He doesn't have much.]

I have a steak knife...do you have anything that would be cleaner or faster? Oh, actually, do you have any medical supplies?

[He doesn't really want to bleed out.]