Enter the Dragon Page #2

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Roper:
Only a hundred and fifty.

Hood:
You forget interest.

Roper:
Well then, maybe I ought to talk to Freddy.

Hood:
You take advantage Roper.

Roper:
C'mon fellas.

Hood:
It's the dough, Roper, or we gotta break something..

You got it?

Freddy says this is for your own good.

Roper:
You better confirm that flight to Hong Kong for me.

How much do I have left in the bank?

Girl:
Fifty three dollars and forty three cents ($53.43).

Roper:
It's all yours.

Girl:
Thanks, only I think you'll need it.

Roper:
You wanna bet?

Williams

　

Cop 1:
Goin' on a trip, are ya?

Cop 1:
Hey, this jig's got a passport.

Cop 2:
Where ya goin', jig?

Cop 2:
Where's the plane ticket for?

Cop 1:
Hong Kong, via Hawaii.

Cop 2:
He's not goin' to Hawaii.

Cop 1:
Well, look what we got here. Assaulting a police officer.

Back in Hong Kong　

Roper and Williams meet again.

Roper:
Hey soldier, shape it up.

Williams:
Roper, hey, how are you man?

Roper:
How am I man? How am I, I'm glad to see you that's how I am. Hey how long has it been? Five ....

Williams:
Six years.

Roper:
Six.

Williams:
It's not as long as it seems.

Roper:
Yeah, I know what you mean.

Williams:
Whatcha [what have you] been doin' since Nam?

Roper:
Hanging in a little bit.

Williams:
All these yours man?

Roper:
Always first class.

Williams:
Same old Roper. Huh! Come here.

Parsons

Roper:
Yeah, from New Zealand. This man's putting quite a collection together.

Williams:
Know him?

Roper:
Uh uh, never saw him before.

Williams:
What you know about this Han cat?

Roper:
Just rumors. I hear he likes to live big.

Williams:
They don't live so big over there. Ghettos are the same all over the world. They stink.

Roper:
Same old Williams.

Williams:
Yeah.

On the Junk at Sea

Mantis Fight

Roper:
Aha! What've we got here, a Little action. Insects. OK, I lay you fifty bucks on the big one.

Fifty, fifty dollars on the big one, alright?

Lee:
I'll give you five to one [5 - 1].

Roper:
Would you bet a hundred?

C'mon, let's end this thing quickly. Hoo, atta baby c'mon, c'mon. [.......] That's it, c'mon. Just get him on his back, get him on his back. C'mon, give up. C'mon! Hey, oh for crying out loud. Would you believe that? Dumb sh*t.

Parsons:
Do I bother you?

Lee:
Don't waste yourself.

Parsons:
What's your style?

Lee:
My style? You can call it the art of fighting without fighting.

Parsons:
The art of fighting without fighting? Show me some of it.

Lee:
Later.

Alright. Don't you think we need more room?

Parsons:
Where else?

Lee:
That island. On the beach. We can take this boat.

Parsons:
Ok.

Hey what in the hell are you doing? Hey, are you crazy? Pull me in! Pull me in! [continues yelling]

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