DEEP SPACE NINE: "The Dogs... " - REV. 04/09/99 - ACT FOUR     41.

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					QUARK (Cont'd)
			What have we come to when you
			can't even demand sexual favors
			from people in your employ?

					ROM 
			Unharassed workers are 
			productive workers.
				(beat) 
			So what are you going to do with 
			the bar?

					QUARK 
			Sell it. What do I want with it, 
			anymore?

					ROM
				(expecting to
				negotiate)
			I'll give you five thousand bars
			of latinum and not a slip more.

					QUARK 
			That's reasonable.

					ROM
				(surprised) 
			It is?

					QUARK
				(shaking his head
				sadly)
			I'm telling you, Rom, our people
			have lost their way.

					ROM
				(before Quark 
				changes his mind) 
			I just happen to have a contract 
			right here.

	Rom produces a FERENGI PADD.


					QUARK 
			I read a report that over forty 
			percent of the population no 
			longer believes that you have to 
			buy your way into the Divine 
			Treasury when you die.

					ROM
				(proffering the 
				PADD) 
			Can I have your thumbprint here, 
			please?