DEEP SPACE NINE: "The Bar... " - 1/08/96 - ACT FIVE         53.

42   CONTINUED:	(2)

					QUARK
			Rom, I can't. I'm not going
			against ten thousand years of
			Ferengi tradition.

					ROM
			You're just afraid of the F.C.A.

	Quark can't believe how dense Rom is.

					QUARK
			Of course I'm afraid of the F.C.A.
			They crushed my eye socket. And
			if you had any sense, you'd be
			afraid of them too. If this
			strike doesn't get settled soon,
			we're both going to find ourselves
			tossed out the nearest airlock.
				(driving his point home)
			You have to dissolve the union.

	Quark sees that Rom won't agree, but suddenly brightens
	as he comes up with a possible solution.

					QUARK
			At least officially.

					ROM
			What do you mean?

					QUARK
			I mean, you dissolve the union,
			make it look like I've won, and
			I'll give you everything you want.

					ROM
			You'll meet our demands?

					QUARK
			That's what I said, you idiot.

					ROM
			Even sick leave?

	Quark's already regretting his offer.

					QUARK
			Even sick leave.
				(a beat)
			And six months from now, when the
			F.C.A. isn't watching my books so
			closely, you'll get your raises.