Jack Burton: This is Jack Burton of the Pork Chop Express, and I'm talking to whoever is listening out there. It's like I told my last wife. I says, "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see, besides, it's all in the reflexes.

Jack: Ok, I'm going home. You can keep your money.

Jack: What does that mean, huh? China is here. I don't even know what the hell that means. All I know is this Lo Pan character comes oout of thin air, in the middle of a God damn alley, while his buddies are flying around on wires, cutting everybody to shreds. And he just stands there waiting for me to drive my truck straight through him, with light coming out of his mouth.

Jack: Green explosions, people flying in and out. That was not real, and I want to talk to the cops. I want my truck back. Now where the hell am I?

Jack: Hey, I'm a reasonable guy. But I've just experienced some very unreasonable things.

Jack: Ok, you people! Sit tight, hold the fort and keep the home fires buring. And if we're not back by dawn (pause) call the President.

Jack: What does that say?
Wang: Sim Sau Yi Yau, Hell of boiling oil.
Jack: You're kidding?
Wang: Yeah, I am. It says Keep Out.

Jack: Son of a bitch must pay.

Jack: What's happening Wang?
Wang: Chinese stand off.
Jack: What?
Wang: Don't make a sound.

Jack: So somebody, I don't care who, tell me what's going on?
Wang: The truth?
Jack: I can take it.
Wang: We don't know.

Grace: I would go too.
Jack: I know. There's a problem with you face.

(Wall moves)
Jack: You did that right?
Wang: I think so. I hope so.

Jack: Where are we?
Cloud: You are nowhere!

Jack: Beggers can't be choosers.
Lo Pan: Well, I can.

Lo Pan: Goodbye Mr. Burton.

Jack: It's all in the reflexes.