It will exist.
Right here in this bar.
This establishment will be the last outpost of what made Ferenginar great:
the unrelenting lust for profit!
Broik, water the drinks.
M'Pella, rig the dabo table.
Rom, I want to buy back the bar.
Brother, I'll give it to you.
I suppose you'll let me keep the 5,000 bars of latinum too?
- You're my brother.
- And you're an idiot.
But I love you.
Congratulations.
You're the perfect nagus for this new Ferenginar.
Are you sure we picked the right brother?
Come, my dear.
Risa's waiting.
Good luck, kid.
You're gonna need it.
I'm proud of you, son.
Let's go, Zekkie.
You know, I could use a financial advisor.
No kidding!
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