Shaolin

& Mu Liao: Jing Kong, winter is almost here. Before the snow arrives, we should pitch more hutches*.
    Jing Kong: Mu Liao, there’s no more grass. What are we going to use?
    Mu Liao: Then we offer our rooms for them to stay.
    Jing Kong: You’re joking. I hate the cold. The supply of Man Tou dwindles* every day.
    Mu Liao: So you needn’t fear the cold. Perhaps, by the time winter arrives you’d already starved to death.

& Commander Hou: If you don’t fire the weapon, it’s just as useless. Back at Shaolin, why didn’t you fire? Feel guilty? You must remember, when you are at an advantage and you stay your hand, letting your opponent recover the next person dying will be you.

& Hou: Next time you speak to me, think first. I don’t take orders from you. Maybe when you’re in my position, then we’ll talk. Do you understand? He plans to use our countrymen’s lives to make money. Agreeing to build their railway is like opening the doors for them to take our land. Our land is our own. If foreigners extend their hand to snatch it away I will cut them all off.

& Hou: In 20 years, he is the only one I’ve called my brother. Do not say that he is no good. And even if he is, it is not for you to say it

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& Mu Liao: Are we going to steal the flour after we steal the rice?
    Jing Kong: We’re not stealing, we’re ’taking’.
    Mu Liao: Then how much are we ’taking’?

&  Cook Wu Dao (aka Jackie Chan!): Leave Shaolin. Stay at Shaolin. Leave Shaolin. Stay at Shaolin. Leave Shaolin. Stay at Shaolin. Leave Shaolin. This one doesn’t count. Leave Shaolin. Stay at Shaolin...

&  Wu Dao: How did a trap for wild pigs catch a person? And covered with blood too. I know you, you’re Hou. You still want to kill people? When a person’s crazy, they’re not even as good as a pig. In your kind of situation, it’s best to have a rest. Don’t yell. Take a rest. I’ll be back later.

& Wu Dao: Abbot, is he doing it well?
    Abbot: Mediation through martial arts...
    Wu Dao: I don’t know martial arts, I don’t understand these things.
    Abbot: Martial arts is meditation, cooking is also meditation. The theory is roughly the same, Wu Dao, people need a lot of experiences and practice. I’ve said it many times: Leave Shaolin, and go see the world.
    Wu Dao: All I know is how to cook. Out there, I’m of no use. I’m not going.
    Abbot: A piece of gold, a pile of dirt... Which one is useful?
    Wu Dao: I pick the piece of gold.
    Abbot: And if I gave you a seed? Don’t sell yourself short.

& — Uncle Master, treat him like you’re cooking a meal!
    — Uncle Master, fight him with your noodle making skill!


-- Dict:
hutch — хибарка; хижина
dwindle — сокращаться; уменьшаться; истощаться


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