- John "Hannibal" Smith: We want you and your whole pond of Peking ducks out of this neigborhood by two o' clock tomorrow. And pal, I don't mean 2.05.
- B.A. Baracus: [B.A. puts on Mack Murdock's fedora] That night, there was a new private eye in town, and his name was B.A. Baracus. Right now he was looking down on the Maltese Fool, thinking maybe he ought to break his arm and cause him serious pain.
- Murdock: Pretty please with sugar on top? No, then pretty please with sugar on top and whipped cream and some of those oranges you cut into flowers on top? Oh, and meatballs.
- Mack Murdock: Mack Murdock was tired of paper cups and paper plates and bleary eyed broads with yellow teeth. This trip to Chinatown was like a ride on a neon horse: the hot sounds, the smell of grease crashing in on him. And he remembered Sam Ying and that night in Saigon when he and the A-Team huddled in basement of Sam's house. And rocket fire blew holes in the walls. And it was scorched into his memory.
- Sam Yeng: Not even A-Team can fight the Lung Chin.
- "Hannibal" Smith: Now don't take book on that, Sam. I mean if they walk on two legs and breathe air, they eat dirt and they do the chicken just like everyone else.
- Templeton Peck: In case you haven't noticed, Hannibal, we have more eyes on us than a truck load of Idaho spuds.
- "Faceman": Hannibal, do you really believe they're gonna buy us as Tongs?
- "Hannibal": They don't have to buy us, all they have to do is rent.
- Murdock: I'm all done with Mack Murdock, at least I think I am. It was just another one of those phases I go through, remember the time I thought I was a plaid sports coat named Willy?
- Mack Murdock: He was just one more hard boiled set of psychopatic urges under a bad haircut, but even he knew he was going to a house where chess games lasted for forty years.