Jack Burton: What, I'm supposed to buy this shit? 2,000 years and he can't find a broad to fit the bill? Come on, Dave, you must be doin' somethin' seriously wrong.
Gracie: I'd go in there with you, but they know my face and they'd wanna push it in.
Jack Burton: Wait a minute!
Gracie: Don't!
Jack Burton: Don't what?
Gracie: The Lords of Death. Street gang. Punks from Chinatown. What are they doing here?
Jack Burton: Let's you and me have a little talk, friend.
Jack Burton: Whoa. Who is that?
Wang Chi: She has green eyes. You know how rare that is, Jack?
Jack Burton: How can you tell from here?
Wang Chi: Not her, she's trouble. Miao Yin. Beautiful green eyes, like creamy jade.
Jack Burton: Trouble, huh?
Wang Chi: Jack, check this out.
Jack Burton: So what is this? Chinese or somethin'? Countin' backwards?
Wang Chi: Not backwards. Downwards.
Jack Burton: Hey Egg! How'd you get up there?
Egg Shen: It wasn't easy!
Wang Chi: Come on, Jack. Don't be afraid.
Jack Burton: Afraid? Are you kidding?
