So, this is the Golden Palace where you learn how to fight.
What the hell are you doing here?
I should have known from your sloppy technique.
This is my place, okay? Get out right now.
An enlightened man would offer a humble traveler shelter for the night and share a quiet conversation over a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.
Really? [Places bottle on counter, and walks up to Monk] Well, I guess I ain't that enlightened. 'Cause I was thinking more of kicking your freaky ass back to wherever the hell it comes from.
For someone who says he wants to kick my freaky ass, you do a lot of talking.
Really? Well, I warned you, old man. [Starts fighting match]
Got a little quickness in you, don't you?
Okay. Fine. Guess I can't make you get out.
I overheard people calling you Kar.
Spelled with a K. It's Cantonese.
Funny. You don't look Cantonese.
It means “family”, okay? I figure I never had one growing up, but from now on I'll never be without it.
I'm afraid you are mispronouncing your name, sir. It should sound more like “Ga”.
Look, it's my name, okay? I'll pronounce it however I want. What about you? What's your name?
I don't have one.
What do you mean?
You gave yourself a name. I gave mine up.

