DEEP SPACE NINE: "Who Mourns... " - REV. 11/13/97 - ACT TWO 19-20.    

17   CONTINUED:

					QUARK 
			Believe me, it will. This is the 
			break I've been waiting for, and 
			it's been a long time coming. I 
			want Morn's money, I need Morn's
			money. I deserve Morn's money.

					DAX
				(whatever) 
			Your move.

	Quark clinks two slips of latinum he's betting with.

					QUARK
				(re: the sound)
			Beautiful, isn't it? And the way 
			it catches the light...
				(thoughtful) 
			I wonder who came up with the idea 
			of suspending liquid latinum 
			inside worthless bricks of gold?

					DAX
				(impatient) 
			Probably somebody who got tired of 
			making change with an eyedropper. 
			Are you going to play or not?

					QUARK
				(spinning the wheel) 
			Where could Morn have put it all?

					DAX
				(shrugs) 
			If you find it, are you really 
			going to share it with this woman?

					QUARK
				(a reluctant admission) 
			I agreed to give her ten percent 
			so she wouldn't tie me up in 
			court.

					DAX
				(surprised) 
			That's a hundred bricks.

					QUARK
				(shrugs) 
			What could I do?
				(plays a card) 
			Retreat.

					DAX
			I don't know. Something's not 
			right about this whole thing.