Star Trek: Deep Space Nine1993

[last lines]

[Bashir and O'Brien are playing darts]

Dr. Julian Bashir:
Looks like it's your game again.

Chief O'Brien:
What's that? Five in a row?

Dr. Julian Bashir:
At least!

Chief O'Brien:
Wait a minute. You haven't been letting me win, have you?

Dr. Julian Bashir:
[evasively] What makes you think that?

Chief O'Brien:
You said your hand-eye coordination had been genetically enhanced.

Dr. Julian Bashir:
Well, maybe I have been letting you win, a little bit.

Chief O'Brien:
I don't believe it! I don't need you to patronize me! I can play at your level.

Dr. Julian Bashir:
I never said you couldn't.

Chief O'Brien:
Well, play then. Really play.

[Bashir throws his darts in quick succession. O'Brien surveys the board - Bashir has hit three times bullseye]

Chief O'Brien:
All right. From now on...

[he moves Bashir a few steps backwards]

Chief O'Brien:
...you play from over here. I play from up here...

[goes back to his usual spot]

Chief O'Brien:
If that doesn't work... we'll try a blindfold!