Lo Pan: [Catches Jack's knife in midair, pauses to examine it, nodding in approval] Good knife. Goodbye, Mr. Burton. [throws it] Jack Burton: [quickly catches knife and throws it back, hitting Lo Pan right between the eyes] Lo Pan: [Lo Pan falls backwards and impacts the ground with a shockwave that sets the statues ringing the room falling like dominoes, shattering to bits] Jack Burton: It's all in the reflexes.|