- Wong Low Get: I'm a stranger in your city.
- Soo Lat, the Cobbler: Your shoes look as though you are a stranger in many cities.
- Opening Title Card: San Francisco's Chinatown of fifteen years ago had the largest Oriental population of any colony outside China. Its forty thousand yellow residents were divided into various political factions known as 'Tongs", each governed by a President and Council. These various Tongs were almost constantly at war, so the office of "Hatchet Man" was one of special importance. The honorable title of "Hatchet Man" was passed from father to son by inheritance only, and it was he, with the aid of his sharp axe, who dispensed the justice of the great god Buddha.
- Sun Yat Ming: This tea is from home, in China, my brother. It tastes and smells of the green hilltops where we were boys together. Now, tell me what brings you here so mysteriously?
- Wong Low Get: I am the Hatchet Man of a Lim Sing Tong.
- Wong Low Get: Chinese girls have legs, you see, just like the white sisters. That is a fact that we of Old China hardly knew before.
- Nog Hong Fah: America has taught us many other things equally as foolish. Our women are being spoiled by indulgence and freedom.
- Wong Low Get: I hope for her consent.
- Nog Hong Fah: Consent? From a woman?
- Wong Low Get: Times have changed for us, you see. Typewriters and adding machines, replace the old paint brushes.
- Nog Hong Fah: In the old days, Toya would have been taught to bind her feet and stay at home.
- Wong Low Get: My wife says I need an extra shadow.
- Bodyguard: Where to, Mr. Wong Get?
- Wong Low Get: It is written that a shadow follows.
- Nog Hong Fah: This white meddler made some trouble.
- Wong Low Get: It's hard to reason with a snake.
- Nog Hong Fah: You have sharp arguments for such a peaceful arbitrator.
- Harry En Hai: Let's clear out of here and go to New York. What do you say? I'm a big shot in New York. I'll show you the swellest time you've ever had in your life. You weren't made to be an old man's doll, darling. You need somebody like me. Somebody more your own age. Somebody who knows how to - make you happy.
- Wong Low Get: Do you know anything about the Street of Red Lanterns, Number Seven?
- Soo Lat, the Cobbler: Number seven? On the Street of the Red Lanterns? That is a Tea House where men drink and smoke the pipe of golden dreams.
- Wong Low Get: You were making your will?
- Sun Yat Ming: Leaving all my worldly goods to you, my friend, just as you knocked on my door. And I hope you're not a bad omen.
- Wong Low Get: But, why tonight?
- Sun Yat Ming: In times like these, all men should have their houses in order. But, come, sit down, you look tired.
- [girl starts singing in the next room]
- Sun Yat Ming: My little Toya. My little Toya is six, now. You'd hardly know her. I have also left her to you, my friend. To become your honorable wife, when she is of age.
- Wong Low Get: I gave my oath to bring her nothing but happiness. I've watched her grow from a little bud into a beautiful flower. I loved her when she was a child. And now that she's a woman, I still love her.
- Wong Low Get: There's an old Chinese proverb that says, "That one must think right and think left. But, when your answer is given, it is a place before your ancestors and the great Lord Buddha."
- Sun Toya San: The crescent moon is very beautiful and life would be very sweet with you as my lord and master.
- Wah Li: Here are the mooncakes.
- Sun Toya San: Oh, are they good?
- Wah Li: Mooncakes bring luck to the house and many men children.
- Harry En Hai: You want to dance, with me.
- Sun Toya San: I'll never dance with you again.
- Harry En Hai: Never?
- Sun Toya San: Never!
- Harry En Hai: You're afraid.
- Sun Toya San: I'm not afraid of anything or anybody.
- Harry En Hai: Not even - yourself?
- Sun Toya San: You're not going to kiss me! I won't let you!
- Harry En Hai: When you change your mind, give me a buzz.
- Harry En Hai: What are you crying for?
- Sun Toya San: Just happy, I guess. That's all.
- Harry En Hai: You're not - afraid, are you, baby?
- Sun Toya San: Kiss me.
- Madame Si-Si: A thief! A thief!
- Wong Low Get: Is it stealing to take one's own? ! A woman is the property of her husband under the ancient Chinese law. Remember that, old mother of a foolish tongue.
- Madame Si-Si: You lie! I paid good money for her. She's not your wife! I paid good money for her to work and serve for me! You lie!
- Wong Low Get: An honorable Hatchet Man does not lie.