Yi boh lai beng duk

Wong:
White people treat me like a black man. Black people treat me like I'm White. What a crazy country.

Kai San:
[With a butcher's knife in his hand he runs through the streets of Hong Kong in the brightest daylight and screams:] Ebola! Ebooola! EBOLAAAYAAA!

[the coroner is dissecating the body of a man who died from Ebola Syndrome]

Coroner:
Hum... the lower intestine has liquified. The main organs have disglued and the lungs have all turned to mush. Starting our examination of the head we shall make an incision to the throat. And the face has ulcers. Facial muscular tissue is badly decomposed. I've never seen anything like it, it's as if the muscular tissues were trying to eat each other!

Unknown:
What are you doing?

Kai San:
I am killing them, is that a problem?

Yeung:
[addressing to Kai, who has a child hostage] Your virus has killed lots of people. Let the child go.

Kai San:
How dare you blame me for it? l didn't invent the Ebola virus. God created Ebola, not me. And his virus will kill all you bastards.