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          DEEP SPACE: "Prophet Motive" - 12/07/94 - ACT ONE         11.

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	Rom staggers back with the bottle in his hand.  Quark 
	goes and pulls a cloth off a case of small bottles.

					ROM
			Trixian bubble juice.

					QUARK
				(suspicious)
			Nog's favorite.
				(a beat)
			This came from my stockroom, didn't 
			it?

					ROM
			Are you accusing my son of being a 
			thief?

					QUARK
			No.  I'm accusing you of being a 
			thief.

	Quark looks at the cloth in his hands.

					QUARK
				(continuing, re: the 
				cloth)
			These table linens.  The chairs.  
			That table.  Everything in here comes 
			from my bar.

					ROM
			Not everything.

					QUARK
			As soon as you're done cleaning, I'm 
			going to conduct a complete inventory 
			and find out exactly what you've 
			stolen from me.  Now get to work.

					ROM
			No.  I refuse.
				(off Quark's reaction)
			I work for you all day, brother.  
			But here, I'm the boss.  You want 
			this place cleaned up, do it yourself.

					QUARK
				(frustrated)
			What I want is my own quarters back.