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    DEEP SPACE NINE: "Body Parts" - REV. 04/08/96 - ACT ONE 7A-8.      

6    CONTINUED:	(4)

					ROM
			You anticipated the change of
			administrations here on the
			station --

					QUARK
				(with contempt)
			And as a reward, I'm inextricably
			linked to the Federation. I'm a
			joke back on Ferenginar.
			Starfleet's favorite bartender.
			The Synthehol King.
				(shudders)
			What a legacy.

					ROM
			You're not a joke here. You're a
			respected businessman... a pillar
			of the community... a man with
			many friends.

					QUARK
			Friends? Community? You sound
			like some sniveling Hew-mon. The
			only opinions I care about are
			those of my peers -- Ferengi
			businessmen. And in their eyes,
			I'm a second-rate, small-time
			operator... a loser.
				(a beat)
			Two days ago, I thought I had all
			the time in the world to achieve
			my dreams... to buy my own moon...
			marry a few women... maybe even
			rent some children... but now,
			it's all over. I'll never be
			rich...

	Rom won't let Quark run himself down like this. He
	leaps to his defense.

					ROM
			Stop it, brother! Stop it. You
			are somebody -- you'll see. You
			march right over to that com-link
			and offer your vacuum-desiccated
			remains for sale on the Futures
			Exchange. You'll see... bids will
			come flooding in from all over the
			Ferengi Alliance. Everyone will
			want a disk of Quark on their
			desk. In fact -- there may not be
			enough of you to meet the demand.

	Quark looks dubious.