Bulletproof Monk

Kar:
Hey, I like this. It's cool. It's comfy. It's fast acting. This stuff is great. What is it?

Monk With No Name:
Homemade. From my own urine.

Kar:
That's disgusting!

Kar:
So, I figured it out, why hot dogs come in packages of ten and hot dog buns come in packages of eight. See, the thing is, life doesn't always work out according to plan so be happy with what you've got, because you can always get a hot dog.

Monk With No Name:
Why do hot dogs come in packages of ten, but hot dog buns only come in packages of just eight?

Kar:
What the hell is that?

Nina:
Tell me, deep inside, at the bottom of your soul, who would you rather be? The man about to be shot? Or the man about to do the shooting?

Monk With No Name:
An enlightened man would offer a weary traveler a bed for the night, and invite him to share a civilized conversation over a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.

Monk With No Name:
An enlightened man would offer a humble traveler shelter for the night and share a quiet conversation over a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.

Monk With No Name:
It's not about anger - it's about peace. It's not about power - it's about grace. It's not about knowing your enemy - it's about knowing yourself.

Strucker:
You may be my granddaughter. But that will only protect you for so long.

Monk With No Name:
Air is as real as you and me. You have to step on it as if it were a stone, swim through it as if it were the sea. All you have to do is truly believe.

Kar:
Believe what, that the laws of gravity don't exist?