Big Trouble In Little China Page #6

- I'll be right back.

Where are you goin', Egg?

My work's done.

Lo Pan is dead and the evil spell's been lifted.

Years ago I promised myself a long vacation.

It is time to collect.

Well, why don't you go on over to China?

Visit the motherland?

Well, China's in the heart, Jack.

Wherever I go, she's with me.

- So what are you gonna call it?

- I don't know.

Maybe you can come over to my place later

and help me find a title?

- Here, Jack. Nothin' or triple.

- Nothin' or double.

Triple. You earned it.

You're right, I did. Thanks, Wang.

Well, last chance. I'm a rich man now.

I can give up the open road,

sell my truck, settle down.

Couldn't have that on my conscience.

The only way it might work

is if you buy a bigger truck

with a cosy little apartment

in back, just big enough for two.

That sounds pretty great. But sooner or later

I rub everybody the wrong way.

Well, let me think about it.

God, aren't you even

gonna kiss her goodbye?

No.

- See you around, Burton.

- Never can tell.

Bye, Jack.

We really shook the pillars of heaven,

didn't we, Wang?

- No horseshit, Jack.

- No horseshit.

You just listen to the Pork-Chop Express

and take his advice

on a stormy night, when the lightning's

crashin', the thunder's roarin',

and the rain's comin' down

in sheets thick as lead.

Remember what old Jack Burton does

when the earth quakes

and the poison arrows fall from the sky

and the pillars of heaven shake.

Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big old

storm right square in the eye and he says

"Gimme your best shot, pal. I can take it."

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