Mike: Hi. I'm Mike, Jessica's friend.
Dewey: Dewey.
Mike: Mind if I make myself a sandwich?
Dewey: I don't care. Wait, can you do me a favor first? There's this crate in the garage I can't get open. You look really strong.
Mike: Sure.
[cut to Dewey with Mike in the garage as he opens the crate with a crowbar:]
Reese: [groans] Aha! I bet you weren't expecting this, Zhao! Now you're gonna experience a good old American ass-whuppin'. [punches Mike's leg]
Mike: Hey, quit it!
Reese: I don't speak Chinese, jackass. [punches Mike's leg again]