The Warrior's Way

& Eight-Ball: The name’s Eight-Ball. Like in the game. Good luck for some, bad luck for others. How can I assist you, my friend from the mystical East?

& Lynne: Smiley like your uncle or something?
    Yang: Friend.
    Lynne: Well, if you were his friend, maybe he would like for you to take over his laundry.
    Yang: Do not know how.
    Lynne: So I’ll teach ya.

& Lynne: Tell you what I’m gonna do. You stay here, I’ll teach you how to tie a diaper properly. We’ll be partners, 60:40. You are the 40.

& Lynne: Dang, you’re slower than molasses* in January.

& Eight-Ball: Once that Ferris wheel is finished, it’s gonna bring everybody rushin’ back, and then we can take the word “travelling” out of “travelling circus.”

& Eight-Ball: You win! Show me what you got. God damn! I shoulda never taught you this game! You a shark with a poker face.

& Yang: Throw.
    Lynne: I can’t do it.
    Yang: Do not talk. Focus. It is your heart that shakes.

& Lynne: You dead?
    Yang: Not yet.

& Lynne: Sure you’re not fountainin’ blood or anything, are ya? Oh, shit!

& Lynne: Wow! That’s nice. Jumpin’ in the moonlight and kissin’ as you both fly under the stars to the tunes of The Sad Flutes...
    Yang: We are called Sad Flutes because when you cut the throat, the last sound is like a sad flute.
    Lynne: Dang! Skinny, sure know how to throw a dead cat into a party room, don’t ya?

& — Merry Christmas, Laundry Man! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas.
    Yang: Whose birthday?
    Eight-Ball: Well... It’s sort of a long story.

& Lynne: I win.
    Yang: No. Until your enemy’s heart stops, you have not won.

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& Ron: Don’t go wastin’ good moonshine*. ... Wow. This shit’s smoother’n a calf*’s ass. ... But this... this party’s for girls.

& Colonel: You have good teeth. I like that.
    Lynne: Colonel, as you unwrap me, I’m sure you will find there’s a whole lot more of me to like.

& Lynne: Though I may be young, I was hopin’ you could teach me a thing or two.
    Colonel: Life’s best lessons tend to hurt.
    Lynne: Sharp pain can bring sharp pleasure.

& Lynne: You coulda just grabbed April and hit the trail. But you didn’t. Knowing saving me would ruin every new thing you found here.
    Yang: This New World, without you... not so new.

& Ron: Now, get my jacket clean if you can. If I’m gonna die, I want to look good doing it.
    Yang: Why die?

& Ron: If you truly love somethin’ or somebody, Laundry Man... you get as far away from ’em as possible. ’Cause we’re sand. They’re flowers.

& Colonel: One more step, and she’s soup.

& Colonel: I’ll see you in Hell, little girl. Wear something nasty.

& Ron: We are assassins. All that we love, we will destroy. You are assassin. All that you love, you’ll destroy.

& Lynne: Did we win?
    Yang: We survived... Some of us.

& — How much?
    Yang: Free.


-- Dict:
molasses — черная патока
moonshine — самогон
calf — теленок


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