Now... one of the things I've always liked about you...
...Kiddo...
...is you appear wise beyond your years.
So, allow me to impart a word to the wise:
Whatever... whatever Pai Mei says, obey.
If you flash him, even for an instant, a defiant eye, he'll pluck it out.
And if you throw any American sass his way...
...he'll snap your back and your neck like they were twigs.
And that will be the story of you.
(flute)
He'll accept you as his student.
What happened to you?
Nothin'.
Get in a fight?
Friendly contest.
Why did he accept me?
Because he's a very, very, very old man.
And like all rotten bastards...
...when they become old, they get lonely.
Which has no effect on their dispositions, but it does teach them the value of company.
Whew. Oh.
Just seein' those steps again makes me ache.
You're gonna have a lot of fun carrying buckets of water up and down that fucker.
When will I see you again?
That's the title of my favorite soul song of the 70's.
What?
Nothin'.
When he tells me you're done.
When do you think that might be?
That, my dearest, depends entirely on you.
Now remember, no sarcasm, no backtalk.
At least not for the first year or so.
You're gonna have to let him warm up to you.
He hates Caucasians, despises Americans, and has nothing but contempt for women.
So in your case... it might take a little while.
Adiós.
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