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Mad Dog:
You know what I hate? Two groups of people: f***ing cops and creeps who betray their old bosses.

Tequila:
You're full of sh*t, 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:
[Handing Alan a gun] We either conquer the world or you kill me tonight with this gun.

Alan:
I have my own.

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 f***ing order!

Tequila:
You're really full of sh*t. 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:
F***!

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.

[to a baby, after shooting someone]

Tequila:
Hey, x-rated action!