[the_real_linda]

saving face

Ma: [in Mandarin] Is that how you speak to your ma who worked nights so you could eat? Who stayed in labor without painkillers so you wouldn't turn dim-witted like your cousin Jimmy? Had I known you would grow so ungrateful I would have held you in.






Vivian Shing: Your hot dog got cold so I fed it to the birds.
Wil: Careful. We don't wanna train them to eat flesh.




Wai Gung - Grandpa: Don't come back until you have a husband to match the child.



and oh the cuteness-
Wil: So how come we never met before now?
Vivian Shing: We did meet. Nineteen years ago. I was 8, you were 9. Outside the temple.
Wil: I don't remember.
Vivian Shing: The Wong boys were taunting me about my parents' divorce. You beat the crap out of them. You were wearing a Kristy McNichol t-shirt, tan cords and a pageboy. You spilled your mom's groceries. We scooped them into a bag.
Wil: That's right, and then...
Vivian Shing: And then I kissed you on the nose. And you ran.




and cuter still-


Mrs. Shing: [Leaving message on the answering machine] Hello, Viviea? This is your mother. Just calling to say hi. Hope your birthday good. Did Wil show up? Thought you may wanna talk after she leaves. Oh, maybe she's still there? Okay. Bye.
Wil: Oh, my God. You talked to your mother about us?
Vivian Shing: Yeah. So?
Wil: "So"? Does she know we have sex?
Vivian Shing: [sighs] No, Wil. She thinks we conjugate Latin verbs.
Wil: Really?