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            DEEP SPACE: "Q-Less" REV. 11/12/92 - ACT TWO            28.

30   INT. QUARK'S (OPTICAL)

	Quark and Vash sit at the end of the bar.  Vash watches 
	Quark's face, looking for his reaction as he gazes intently 
	into the box at the Geode.

					VASH
			I figure we'd auction this off last.

	Quark closes the box with a snap.

					QUARK
				(dismissive)
			Interesting... but hardly of any 
			intrinsic value.

					VASH
				(coolly)
			Really?  I thought it was the best 
			piece in the collection.

					QUARK
			Obviously my associates have more 
			sophisticated tastes than you're 
			used to.
				(beat)
			But just so it's not a total loss, 
			I'll take it off your hands for say... 
			seven bars of gold-press latinum.

					VASH
				(amused)
			It's worth fifty times as much.

					QUARK
			Ridiculous... All right, eighteen 
			bars, but you must swear never to 
			tell a soul about my foolish 
			generosity.

					VASH
				(takes the box from 
				Quark)
			If you want it you're going to have 
			to be a lot more foolish than that.

					QUARK
			All right.  Thirty.
				(he reaches for the 
				box)
			Now give it to me.

	Vash slides the box out of reach.