[classic swim]

Wu 'Kenny' Lee: Huang, your father was a good man, but he's dead now, and that puts me in charge. I have to do what is best for the family, even if it goes against our traditions...

Huang: And you were going to give the sword away? But, it's been in our family for generations. Kenny: Don't give me that bullshit. Your father won the thing in a card game. As a gift to Hsin, it would have made me the Triad boss here in Liberty City.

Huang: I think the murderers took it... either that or your useless bodyguards. Kenny: Don't get snotty with me, you little brat. I had promised Yu Jian as a gift to our leader Hsin Jaoming.

“Just like your father. A playboy, not a worker.” - Wu 'Kenny' Lee

- Yu Jian. • 2009 “Liberty City’s lunatic society met me at the airport. At least, that’s how it seemed. Anyway, whoever they were, they stole my father’s stupid sword - and left me for dead. Uncle Kenny’s in deep shit because of this. I’d better get the damn thing back, or I’ll never hear the end of it.” - Huang Lee

Huang: What a place! Beaten up, shot and nearly drowned - within minutes of getting here. My father would've paid for this kind of fun...

Smart-ass Assassin: He's not moving. He's not breathing. He's got a bullet wound to the head. You know what, I'm gonna stake my reputation on this one. The kid is dead. Unsure Assassin: Aw, Shit! Then we are fucked.

Triad: Fuck! We're being jumped! It's a fucking ambush!

Huang Lee: Sometimes though, even the simplest of jobs don't work out quite the way you expect them to...

Huang: Uncle Wu 'Kenny' Lee, in that great American melting pot Liberty City. The last time I visited Liberty City, I caught crabs off a Swiss tourist.

Huang: My father is dead... murdered in Kowloon. He always told me that this life, the life of a gangster, can be short, even for a boss. Most of the family believes he died while meditating at the temple. ——————— Huang: The truth is he was worshipping other gods - his two favorites. Pharmaceutical grade coke and cheap women. Regardless - I have sworn on his grave to find those responsible, to avenge him.

Eats the banana peel and throws the actual banana away.

Is waiting for Mr. Hoonie to bend a gentleman over and slap his pork and beans.