Mad Dog:
You know what I hate? Two groups of people: fucking cops and creeps who betray their old bosses.
Tequila:
You're full of shit, you know that? There's a toilet over there.
Superintendant Pang:
Give a guy a gun, he thinks he's Superman. Give him two and he thinks he's God.
Johnny Wong:
We either conquer the world or you kill me tonight with this gun.
Johnny Wong:
There is no room for failure now. The innocent must die!
Tequila:
What's with all these paper cranes? You bored? Maybe you feel lonely here?
Alan:
You know, I've always hated making cranes. I make one each time I kill somebody. How about it, shall I make you one?
Tequila:
No thanks. And if you'll get killed, who'll make yours?
[
in English, unexpectedly]
Superintendant Pang:
Attention! This is a fucking order!
Tequila:
You're really full of shit. The toilet's over there.
Johnny Wong:
Everything goes in and out of style, except war.
Alan:
When I'm a Triad, the cops want to kill me and when I'm a cop, everyone wants to kill me! I'm a scared man.
Alan:
[
shortly after Tequila reassured Alan that the guy he shot wasn't a cop] Was that guy I shot really a cop?
Tequila:
Yeah.
Alan:
Fuck!
Tequila:
I can't afford any of these apartments!
Cop:
Why not live in a government apartment?
Tequila:
No way, I make too much for that! Wait... jazz bar! I'll live in the jazz bar!
Cop:
At least you'll get a lot of "sax".
Johnny Wong:
Most things go in and out of style - that is with the exception of war of course.
Alan:
Have you got a cop called Vodka?
Superintendant Pang:
He's called Tequila. He's a tough cop.
Alan:
I don't care who he is, tell him to back off. He'll ruin everything. Do you want to go to another funeral!
Alan:
Birthdays aren't important when you don't have a real identity.
Tequila:
What are you? It's hard to call you a triad. It's even harder to call you a cop. What rank are you? Sergeant? Inspector? Joker? Should I salute you?
Alan:
If you like. To you, I'm a criminal. To my mum, I'm a son. To the triads, I'm a hero.
Tequila:
Should I salute you?
Alan:
You've got the gun. I'll go and milk a cow if you want.
Tequila:
Sorry, I don't drink milk
Tequila:
If all cops were as selfish as you, Hong Kong would be dead
Tequila:
Which year did you graduate? Who was your teacher?
Alan:
Are you testing me?
Tequila:
I'd just like to ask your teach how he managed to produce such a stubborn cop.
Alan:
Pang said you don't waste bullets.
Tequila:
Are you testing me?
Tequila:
Do you have any dreams?
Alan:
I do. I want to move to Antartica.
Tequila:
It's freezing there. You like that?
Alan:
At least I can come out of the dark. There's daylight 24 hours a day there.
Tequila:
[
Tequila's pants leg is on fire and a baby he's holding urinates down Tequila's leg, causing the fire to go out] You saved the day there, you little pisspot. Thanks a lot.
Tequila:
[
to Alan] I hate in-house funerals. I write all the music each time. A cop dies, and I have to play a tune for him. I really don't want to do that for you.
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