- Shiang-chyi: Come on. Sell me this one.
- Hsiao-kang: It'd be bad luck to own my watch.
- Shiang-chyi: Why?
- Hsiao-kang: Someone in my family just died. I'm in mourning. I can't sell it to you.
- Hsiao-kang: So we have dinner at midnight now?
- Mother: What do you know? Can't we go along with your dad's time?