Hey, brother... AMERICAN FOOTBALL!

Han Sing

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

Han Sing

[Han Sing starts attacking the gang] The hell what Mac said, somebody kill that son of a bitch!


Great country. Free cars.

Han Sing

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.

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.

[to Karl] You should have heard your brother squeal when I broke his fucking neck.

John McClane

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

Damn, that some cold shit.


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.


Butler: If you're a Scottish Lord, then I am Mickey Mouse.
Indiana Jones: How dare he.

By the way, you drive like shit.


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