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TIENG-BIN: Papa, Mama, is this how you punish a disobedient son? Take from me the wife I love, even the wife I respect, leaving me with the one for whom I feel � nothing. I don’t give a damn any more about the living or the dead. Yes, by embracing the West, I have finally become � an individual.

AHN: All right, Papa. That’s enough. Come out before you set the whole pavilion on fire.

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AHN: And I will always be grateful to you, Papa--even when I am old, even after I die.

TIENG-BIN: How can you possibly know such things?

AHN: Because I am a Golden Child.

David Henry Hwang, Golden Child, Dramatists Play Service, 1999, pp.49-51.