Nick Chen: Beef intestine noodle?
Danny Wallace: Uh, no.
Nick Chen: You wanna be Chinese, you gotta eat the gross stuff.
Nick Chen: Do it wrong... and I go out of my way to bury you.
Danny Wallace: How do I know I can trust you?
Nick Chen: You don't.
Nick Chen: Black or red plum?
Danny Wallace: Nah, I don't like plums.
Nick Chen: What do you mean you don't like plums?
Danny Wallace: I like peaches.
Nick Chen: Peaches is shit. Haven't you ever heard the song Sinatra sang? 'Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum.' Not a peach, a plum.
Danny Wallace: I don't care if he pulled a raisin out of Sammy Davis' eye-socket, I prefer peaches.
Nick Chen: You don't change Chinatown, it changes you.
Willy Ung: You never know how a guy gettin' his dick rubbed is gonna react when you charge the room, so keep your eyes sharp and your Glock cocked. And don't be tryin' to feel any Chinese titties either, ya little pervert.
Nick Chen: You know Chinese don't trust whites or cops, and you send me a white cop?
