Some random beardo on the wharf, speaking with a pencil in his mouth: “That’sh a tiger shark.”

Me, a seasoned New England fisherman showing off the shark I’ve caught and that the mayor assures is the one that ate that poor Kitner boy:

I live in Hawai’i. We ain’t turning back shit.

Yeah you kind of have to assume that, in the depicted post-scarcity society, any “job” you see people doing is something they want to do. Like, Picard owns the vineyard or whatever but all those people in the fields might be people who like making wine and so Jean-Luc opens the land for them to do this.

Sisko’s dad has a restaurant in a society with replicators. Clearly this exists because he likes making food for groups of people.