- May: Actually, what do you see in him?
- Angie: Don't you think he's very cute? He would care about me in the most interesting ways.
- [Flashback to Angie's and Marco's college days, in library]
- Angie: [yawns sleepily with mouth wide open]
- Marco: [stuffs a ball of tissues into Angie's mouth]
- Angie: What's that for?
- Marco: As a girl, remember to cover your mouth when you yawn.
- [Back to present time]
- May: Forcefully stuffing things into your mouth is considered caring?
- [snickers cynically]
- May: If that's the case, I do know a lot of guys who are expert at caring about me.
- May: Men are like a pile of hay that's drenched in petrol. Give him a match, and he will burn himself up.
- Marco: [surfing TV channels at hotel room in Taipei] Didn't they say life at the Enemy Zone is very decadent? How come there's not a single adult channel?
- Angie: Oh. I'm going back to my room then.
- Marco: Wait, I've got an idea. Just a moment...
- [switches to sports channel showing women's curling competition between Sweden and Japan]
- Marco: There!
- Angie: What's this?
- Marco: Back then at the dorms, as soon as this competition came up, we guys would watch it together. It's like watching porn.
- Angie: No way...
- Marco: If you don't believe me, give it a try. Close your eyes.
- [falls back onto bed]
- Marco: [Rhythmic sounds of ice-scrubbing and yelling of sportswomen emanate from TV]
- Angie: [sitting on bed, closes eyes, chuckles] Waaahh...
- Marco: Sounds like porn, right?
- Angie: But I feel exhausted listening to it!
- Marco: Well, each country has its own style.
- Hailey: [behaving exaggeratedly coquettish] I was worried if I were to get a scar on my leg, you won't like me anymore. The more I thought about it, the sadder I felt, and so couldn't stop crying.
- Marco: Silly girl. Do I seem that shallow? Even if you lose both your legs, I'm not going to leave you.
- Hailey: Really?
- Marco: Of course. You still have a nice rack.
- Marco: [voiceover, reminiscing about college days] Every time I lost my bicycle, it was always Angie who sent me home on hers. But this time, it's her whom I have lost.
- May: [to Angie] Alright, look at this cup of coffee.
- [camera pans to table, showing a cup of coffee decorated with image of pig's head]
- May: Remember, this is not a cappuccino. This is a bowl of Grandma Meng's Oblivion Tea. Drink it, and forget the grievances of the past. Forget that pighead. Forget that coquettish bitch. Cheers, and bon voyage.