Victor: I'm Lin. You Jackson? You look like a Jackson. That must make you Frank Ducks.
Frank Dux: No, it's DUX.
Victor: Oh, right, like put up your dukes.
Ray Jackson: Aren't you a little young for full-contact?
Frank Dux: Aren't you a little old for videogames?
Ray Jackson: Who the hell are these scumbags?
Rawlins: Stay out of this, pal.
Ray Jackson: I ain't your pal, dickface.
Ray Jackson: So you stomped him real good, huh, Frankie?
Janice Kent: Even worse.
Ray Jackson: What do you mean?
Janice Kent: He made him say matte.
Ray Jackson: All right, Frankie! But you'd better watch out - you might have to face me next time.
Janice Kent: You guys are out of your minds.
Ray Jackson: I'll drink to that.
Jackson: Time to separate the men from the boys.
Victor: Just be sure Chong Li doesn't separate your head from your body.
Victor: Now remember, it's full contact. There are three ways to win. One, You knock your opponent out. Two, the other guy quits, and shouts 'Matte.' It's like saying 'Uncle.' Three, You throw the fucker right off the runway.
Jackson: Piece o' cake.
Chong Li: You are next.
Answer: In the Kumite contact with the referee is apparently not illegal.
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