Ling Ling Chai: I thought Organization had forgotten me already.
The Commander: How could it be? Even a tissue or underpants have their own value.
Ling Ling Chai: This analogy is really superb.
The Commander: What kinda of knife is that?
Ling Ling Chai: Meat cleaver. Simply for cleaving beasts.
Da Mansi: [Chai and Mansi are on their way to the national agency after being summoned] So, Chai, you've been working as a pork merchant in these 10 years?
Ling Ling Chai: No, I'm just a down and out pork butcher.
Da Mansi: I'm not doing well either, I'm just a poor little greengrocer. But luckily, I have a part-time job in the National Psychiatric Hospital doing research.
The Commander: What research?
Da Mansi: Being researched.
The Commander: [nods] That's great.
Man: [Chai spits on a man's trouser leg] Is it your spit, mate?
Ling Ling Chai: [unapologetically] Oh right! You have a problem with it?
Man: No matter. Just wanted to make sure.