I ain't even gonna look, I ain't even gonna look. I'm just gonna play. I can't see, I can't see.
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?
[Han Sing starts attacking the gang] The hell what Mac said, somebody kill that son of a bitch!
Hey Trish! I'm gonna find your Aaliyah looking ass!
You gotta look at this philosophical. Some you win... and Dim Sum, you lose.
Trish: Do I know you?
Maurice: How you gonna play me like that?
Maurice: Now you know I work for your pops.
Trish: Right, right. What's your name again? Something starts with an M...
Maurice: Yeah, that's it. That's it.
Maurice: Funny. It's Maurice, all right?
I don't care if you're going to confession - it's going to be you, me, and the priest.
Han Sing: Sorry Moron.
Maurice: Name's Maurice, bitch.
You ain't the only one that knows some shit.