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

Damn, that some cold shit.


By the way, you drive like shit.


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

Han Sing

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.

Han Sing

[Pointing the gun] Don't look at me boy! I'll put your ass on the news tonight!


I guess I could use a little exercise.


Let it go Po. This is a hassle we don't need.


Trish: Can you break one of those boards with your head?
Han Sing: Sure.
Trish: I'd have to see that.

Isaak: He's a lot shorter than I thought.
Trish: [Laughs] Oh, Daddy.
Isaak: He's just a little guy.

Han Sing: I can't hit a girl.
Trish: Look, I don't know how it is in China, but in America, if a girl is kicking your ass, you do not have to be a gentleman.

You ain't the only one that knows some shit.


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