25:[1,#b],61:[1,#b],64:[1,#b]
          DEEP SPACE: "Rivals" - REV. 10/20/93 - ACT THREE          39.

44   CONTINUED:

					O'BRIEN
			I fell down.

					QUARK
			See.  I'm listening.  Nothing to it.
				(beat)
			How did you fall down?

					O'BRIEN
			Playing racquetball with Bashir.

					QUARK
			Where?

					O'BRIEN
			On the court -- where do you think?

	Quark considers for a moment.

					QUARK
			What was the score?

					O'BRIEN
				(annoyed)
			Who cares?

					QUARK
			I care.  I'm listening.  Tell me 
			your problems.  All of them.

					O'BRIEN
			I've got no problems a good drop 
			shot wouldn't cure.

					QUARK
			He beat you.

	O'Brien suddenly cuts loose.

					O'BRIEN
			By half a step!  That's all.  He's 
			got a few years on me -- so what?  
			I've got more experience...

	A light seems to go on in Quark's eyes.  He holds up his 
	hands as if picturing the poster he's sketching in his mind.