NOG: It’s my money, Jake. If you want to bid at this auction, use your own money.
JAKE: I’m Human, I don’t have any money.
NOG: It’s not my fault that your species decided to abandon currency-based economics in favor of some philosophy of self-enhancement.
JAKE (defensive): Hey, watch it. There’s nothing wrong with our philosophy. (with pride) We work to better ourselves and the rest of Humanity.
NOG (confused): What does that mean exactly?
JAKE: It means…(reaching)… it means we don’t need money.
NOG: Well if you don’t need money, then you certainly don’t need mine.
JAKE: How much latinum do you have? (beat) How much?
NOG: Five bars.
JAKE: Five bars!
NOG: Look, it’s taken me a lifetime to save that much money. I’m not going to just throw it away for some stupid baseball card.
Jake pauses, then moves in for the kill.
JAKE: (quiet and contemptuous) Not even for my father – the man who made it possible for you to enter Starfleet Academy?
NOG: That’s not fair…
JAKE: …the man who believed in you when no one else would.
NOG: This is so low!
JAKE: I can’t believe you would rather keep your filthy money locked away in a box under your bed, than use it to give him endless moments of happiness.
NOG: AGHHHH!! (exhausted, defeated) All right, all right. I’ll do it.
JAKE: That’s very generous, Nog. I’m proud of you. Now, let’s get that money.
Jake heads off into Nog’s room, while Nog sulks.
NOG (with distaste): Hew-mons…