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Romeo debe morir

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  • Maurice: Hey Trish! I'm gonna find your Aaliyah looking ass!
  • Isaak: He's a lot shorter than I thought.
  • Trish: [laughs] Oh, Daddy.
  • Isaak: He's just a little guy.
  • Trish: Do I know you?
  • Maurice: How you gonna play me like that?
  • Trish: What?
  • 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.
  • Trish: Moron.
  • Maurice: Funny. It's Maurice, all right?
  • 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.
  • Trish: [Han has just sneaked into her room] 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.
  • Kai: I was afraid prison would make you soft.
  • Han Sing: People don't get soft in prison.
  • Maurice: [after Han leaves posing as a delivery boy] Where the food?
  • Trish: What?
  • Maurice: Delivery boy just left, where the hells the take-out food?
  • Trish: Are you hungry baby?
  • Maurice: [runs out door, after Han]
  • [Pointing a gun at Han]
  • Mac: Sorry Romeo, but you gotta die.
  • Trish: Can you break one of those boards with your head?
  • Han Sing: Sure.
  • Trish: I'd have to see that.
  • Han Sing: For you, killing your son was like running a over a dog in the street. Just something in your way.
  • Mac: [to Trish, who has just shot him] Damn, that some cold shit.
  • Silk: Guns don't kill people, people kill people.
  • Han Sing: Dim Sum good. You call again. Dim Sum all time. Thanks.
  • 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.
  • Kai: Your brother wasn't suited to lead. He didn't have the discipline.
  • Han Sing: That's why you killed him.
  • Kai: That's why I had to.
  • Han Sing: Had to? My brother?
  • Kai: That's right.
  • Han Sing: That... was a mistake!
  • Maurice: You ain't the only one that knows some shit.
  • 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.
  • Trish: By the way, you drive like shit.
  • Han Sing: Hey, brother... AMERICAN FOOTBALL!
  • Isaak: You killed Colin?
  • Isaak: Even fake wars have casualties, Isaak. I guess uh, old collard green couldn't fly, huh?
  • Han Sing: Sorry Moron.
  • Maurice: Name's Maurice, bitch.
  • Mac: Look, if I wanted Eddie Murphy, I would have gone to the movies!
  • Mac: You think putting your kids through college is going to make all your crooked straight?
  • Han Sing: Here's the deal, Meatball. You let me go, I let you live.
  • Maurice: [Maurice laughs] He say he's gonna let ME live!
  • [laughs again]
  • Maurice: You know I'm really gonna miss you? The way you make me laugh. But look on the bright side: some you win... and Dim Sum, you lose.
  • Maurice: [Han Sing starts attacking the gang] The hell what Mac said,somebody kill that son of a bitch!
  • Han Sing: Great country. Free cars.
  • 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?
  • Maurice: [after scoring a touchdown on a video game against co-workers] How yo momma doin'! How yo momma doin'! Touch-down baby! Take it, take it, take it! Deez nuts in your mouth! I said, put the nuts in your mou-
  • [boss walks in]
  • Maurice: ... Why're you all not working? Get to work!
  • Isaak: Mr Sing you have my deepest, deepest condolences.
  • Ch'u Sing: Thank you.
  • Isaak: What happened to your son was tragic Mr Sing, very unnecessary. I want you to know i'll be looking into this myself personally.
  • Ch'u Sing: You will forgive me if I'm not easily moved.
  • Isaak: Mr Sing... with all due respect, there is no way in the world that anybody in my camp would be foolish enough to touch your family, any more than anybody in your camp would be stupid enough to touch mine. It just wouldn't happen.
  • Ch'u Sing: Our business venture will continue.
  • Isaak: I'm pleased to hear that, thank you.
  • Isaak: [Isaak leaves] Mac, make sure we got round the clock security for my son and my daughter.
  • Mac: It's all been arranged chief.
  • Isaak: You killed Colin?
  • Mac: Even fake wars have casualties, Isaak. I guess uh, old collard green couldn't fly, huh?
  • Mac: [Pointing the gun] Don't look at me boy! I'll put your ass on the news tonight!
  • Kai: We got a tip this place is going to get hit.
  • Kung: When?
  • Kai: Right now.
  • [Kai shoots Kung]
  • Maurice: 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.
  • Kai: Let it go Po. This is a hassle we don't need.
  • Maurice: I don't care if you're going to confession - it's going to be you, me, and the priest.
  • Vincent Roth: I'll have your check.
  • [Isaak returns the $30 million buyout for his oceanfront properties]
  • Isaak O'Day: On second thought, why don't you go ahead and keep that?
  • Vincent Roth: Excuse me?
  • Isaak O'Day: I think it's high-time the NFL had a black owner, don't you?
  • Vincent Roth: [chuckles] You're joking, right?
  • [Isaak produces some papers from his briefcase and pushes them towards Roth]
  • Vincent Roth: [scans the papers] You're not joking.
  • [pushes them back]
  • Vincent Roth: I'm afraid I already have partners. Several, in fact.
  • Isaak O'Day: Well, you just acquired another one...
  • [pushes them back]
  • Isaak O'Day: In fact. Because, without these deeds, you ain't got no... what is that popular term, Dave? "Cheddar"?
  • Vincent Roth: [trying to stay composed] Do you... mind if I discuss these with my associates?
  • Isaak O'Day: No, you go right ahead.
  • Mac: Man, you want to own a damn box. Mac just want to own the streets.
  • Isaak O'Day: And that's always been your problem, Mac.
  • Isaak O'Day: [receives a phone call and his face goes grave] Somebody canceled Chu's boy.
  • Mac: ...What?
  • Isaak O'Day: You set up a meeting with Chu, A.S.A.P., and then you *find out* who killed his boy.
  • Mac: Don't even worry about it, I got it.
  • Kai: I guess I could use a little exercise.

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