DEEP SPACE NINE: "Business as... " - REV. 1/30/97 - ACT THREE    35.

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					QUARK 
			Palamarian sea urchin, lightly 
			sauteed in garlic and moon grass... 
			Matopin rock fungi tossed on a bed 
			of tartoc and seasoned with 
			Clavisoa berries... and for the 
			main course, stuffed Wentlian 
			condor snake.

	Hagath studies the dishes intently, poker-faced.

					QUARK
				(continuing) 
			All of the Regent's favorite 
			dishes. I obtained the recipes 
			through his palace chefs, in 
			exchange for a small gratuity.

	Quark waits for the praise he is certain will be heaped 
	upon him. Hagath, who has scrutinized each item 
	carefully, reaches down, picks up a piece of food, pops 
	it into his mouth. A silent moment as he chews it, 
	then:

					HAGATH 
			Quark, do you mind if I ask a 
			question?

					QUARK 
			Go ahead.

					HAGATH
				(mildly) 
			Are you trying to ruin me on 
			purpose, or is this sheer 
			incompetence?

					QUARK
			Ruin you? I don't want to --

					HAGATH 
			Here we are, about to open 
			negotiations with an important new 
			client... and this is the welcome 
			you've prepared for him?

					QUARK
				(defensive) 
			But they told me he'll like it.

	Hagath picks up another piece of food and holds it 
	close to Quark's face.

					HAGATH
				(accusatory) 
			This? He's going to like this?