Chow Mo-wan: Feelings can creep up just like that. I thought I was in control.
Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did?
Ah Ping: Have no idea.
Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.
Ah Ping: What a pain! I'd just go to get laid.
Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone's like you.
Su Li-zhen Chan: Am I hopeless?
Chow Mo-wan: Not really.
Chow Mo-wan: It's me. If there's an extra ticket... would you go with me?
Su Li-zhen Chan: It's me. If there's an extra ticket... would you go with me?
Chow Mo-wan: I have a chapter to finish.
Su Li-zhen Chan: Where have you got to?
Chow Mo-wan: The drunken master just showed up.
Su Li-zhen Chan: When did he get written in?
Chow Mo-wan: Just now.
Caption: He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
Su Li-zhen Chan: You notice things if you pay attention.
