Jade: Going somewhere?
Jackie: Canada. The Mountain Demon Chi is in Quebec.
Jade: Cool. I can practice my French. Croissant. Creme brulée. Baguette.
Jackie: Maybe that thing *is* broken.
[Jackie grabs the Chi-o-matic]
Jackie: Maybe it's this new containment jar.
Uncle: Since when are you the big expert? New containment jar is not the problem. Uncle made so device can hold *more* than one demon chi at once. Does not affect the way detector works.
Jade: Eating right is cool, you dig? If you don't, your butt's too big.
Drago: I can't believe were back in this lame junk yard!
[Breaths fire into the sky]
Drago: Space Needle lair, gone. The Thunder Demon Chi, gone! And any faith that I ever had that you three were strong enough to defeat Jackie Chan, GONE!
Strikemaster Ice: Yo, dude. Step off the blame game. Wasn't our fault.
Drago: Then whose fault was it?
MC Cobra: Yours?
Drago: [Drago grabs MC Cobra by the throat] Wanna guess again?
MC Cobra: Nah. I'm cool.
Jade: You've been cheating on your diet, haven't you? Haven't you? You know what that means.
Tohru: No! No please. Not push ups!
Jade: Drop and give me 20!
Uncle: Now hurry and dig through the chopsticks. We are behind schedule because *you* fell asleep.
Jackie: So did you.
Uncle: Uncle merely resting his brain.
Jackie: What kind of thief steals only food?
Uncle: Hungry thief.
[Uncle goes to the phone and picks up the reciever]
Uncle: Calling police. Put out A.P.B. for Uncle's cream cheese.
Strikemaster Ice: Cool. Hit 'em on their own turf!
Drago: We're gonna take down the Chans. Take down Section 13. And then all the Demon Chi will *finally* be MINE! It's gonna be *my* turn to call the shots!
Jade: Whoa! Looks like Tohru's done with the appetizers.
Jackie: And moving on to the main course.
Uncle: Uncle is afraid today's special is San Francisco.