Youngblood Priest: I'm gettin' out, Eddie.
Eddie: Gettin' outta what?
Youngblood Priest: The cocaine business.
Eddie: Oh, sweet. Shit. Say, those junkies must have knocked a hole in your head. You're gonna give all this up? 8-Track Stereo, color T.V. in every room, and can snort a half a piece of dope everyday? That's the American Dream, ni**a! Well, ain't it? Ain't it?
Tang Lung: Movement number 4: Dragon seeks path. Hi-yah!" (Tang kicks, knocking a hoodlum unconscious) "Dragon whips his tail.