The Warrior's Way

Lynne:
You are going to take me for a spin, or what?

Colonel:
I'll see you in hell, little girl. Wear something nasty.

Saddest Flute:
You came to me to be strong, I have made you the strongest.

[first lines]

Ronald:
Okay, you settled down? You got your ears open? [clears throat] This is the story of the sad flute, a laughing baby, a weeping sword. A long long time ago, in a land far far away, there lived a warrior. A warrior with empty eyes.

Ronald:
[narrating] The warrior learned there's a heck of a lot more pleasure making things grow, than there is in cutting them down.

Lynne:
[throwing knives blindfolded] You dead?

Yang:
Not yet.

Yang:
We are called sad flutes because when you cut the throat, the last sound is like a sad flute.

Lynne:
Dang! Skinny, you sure know how to throw a dang cat in a party room, don't cha.

Colonel:
He's your ah, marito? My apologies. I am not the kind of man that sleeps with a married woman. No. [shoots them both dead] Oh, but their daughters. Oh, that's a completely different matter.

Lynne:
I've been waiting my whole life for a place where it's right to be wrong.

Lynne:
By saving me we've ruined every new thing you've found here.

Yang:
This new world without you, not so new.

Ronald:
You've done good on this garden - for a laundry man.

Yang:
You do good shooting - for a drunken man.

Ronald:
If you truly love something or somebody, laundry man, you get as far away from 'em as possible. Cause we're sand, they're flowers.

Lynne:
That sure is a pretty scar I gave *you*.

Saddest Flute:
Is this the new life you have found? Funny, look much like the old one.

Lynne:
Do we win?

Yang:
We survived. Some of us.

[last lines]

Assassin:
How much?

Yang:
[frozen fish to the eye] Free.