Han Sing: Okay, here's the deal, meatball: You let me go, I let you live.
Maurice: [bursts out laughing] He says he's gonna let me live! Oh, you know what I'm gonna miss about you? The way you make me laugh.

Han Sing: Where is she?
Maurice: You didn't really think you was gonna get them panties, now did you?
Han Sing: What?
Maurice: Trish. You didn't really think she was gonna give it up to you, now did you?

Trish: Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?
Han Sing: I missed you.
Trish: You missed me? I'm gonna miss you when my father finds out you're here.

Han Sing: What's your name?
Trish: You think I want you calling me?
Han Sing: I don't have a phone.
Trish: Yeah, well dead giveaway. Besides, you drive like shit.

Trish: So Ahkbar, tell me, is it true what they say about Hong Kong?
Han Sing: What's that?
Trish: You know, all you guys do Kung Fu.
Han Sing: Of course. State law.

Great country. Free cars.

Dim Sum good. You call again. Dim Sum all time. Thanks.

Hey, brother... AMERICAN FOOTBALL!

Kai: Your brother wasn't suited to lead.
Han Sing: That's why you killed him?
Kai: That's why I had to!
Han Sing: That... was a mistake!

Han Sing: Sorry Moron.
Maurice: Name's Maurice, bitch.

For you, killing your son was like running a over a dog in the street. Just something in your way.

I'll let fate decide what to do with you. If the police don't get you, the other Chinese families will. Do what you will father, but this time no one will go to prison for you.

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Han Sing

Han Sing, Trish O'Day

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