- Sid: Oh my God! If it ain't the karate king. What's the matter? Let me guess, let me guess, let me guess: you're low on funds. Sorry, kid, no bailouts. This ain't Wall Street.
- [Johnny slides an envelope across the table to Sid]
- Sid: What's that? What are you, a mailman?
- Johnny Lawrence: It's your money.
- [Sid opens the envelope to find a large stack of hundred dollar bills]
- Sid: Good God Almighty...
- Johnny Lawrence: It's all there.
- Sid: [smirks] What do you want me to do? Leave it here on the table 'till you come back next week?
- Johnny Lawrence: I won't be back.
- Sid: Of course you'll be back! You need my money!
- Johnny Lawrence: I never needed your money. It's just the only thing you had to give.
- [Sid's smirk fades]
- Johnny Lawrence: Goodbye, Sid.