(..) Kung fu is dead? Fine! You stay in your prison of fear with bars made of hopelessness. And all you get are three square meals a day of shame! With despair for dessert. We'll take on Shen and prove to all those who are hungry for justice and honour that kung fu still lives! Yeah! (..)

(..) I would have saved you some stinky tofu. - Dad, can I talk to you? - Of course, son. In honour of my son, free tofu dessert for everybody! With purchases. Oh, it's so good to see you, Po. Have you lost weight? I can almost put my wings around you. Ah, well, maybe a little. (..)