Mushu Quotes

My little baby, off to destroy people.

Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates of food — Weetzie's Vegetable Love-Rice, My Secret Agent Lover Man's guacamole, Dirk's homemade pizza, Duck's fig and berry salad and Surfer Surprise Protein Punch, Brandy-Lynn's pink macaroni, Coyote's cornmeal cakes, Ping's mushu plum crepes and Valentine's Jamaican plantain pie. Witch Baby's stomach growled but she didn't leave her hiding place. Instead, she listened to the reggae, surf, soul and salsa, tugged at the snarl balls in her hair and snapped pictures of all the couples.

—Mushu —reflexionó en voz alta —La gente de tu clase no era muy original. —Bueno..., él es rojo y yo me ponía roja... —Solo un genio podría llegar a esa conclusión. Me incorporé un poco para mirarlo con los ojos entornados. —¿Y tú eres más original poniendo apodos que ellos? -Quizá no sea más original, pero soy mejor. —Muy bien, ¿cómo me llamarías tú? —Mi novia.

She'd grown up with few friends. She'd played with the neighborhood boys, chasing pigeons and catching fireflies with them until it was no longer considered proper. By then, the girls in the village scorned her. In front of her mother and father, they pretended to be polite, but Mulan knew what they said about her behind her back. Ill-bred and ill-mannered. She has the temper of a firecracker and the grace of a bull. It's a miracle she even looks like a girl- look at the hay in her hair, and the dirt on her face. What a discredit to her mother! The insults had never bothered Mulan too much. Back then, her mother comforted her by telling her to ignore what people said, and talking to her father would always make her feel better. And she'd had Khan for company... then, later, Mushu and Cri-Kee.

—Si no fuera porque está prohibido —murmuró, iría en sudadera. —Con una de Tarantino, ¿no? —O de The Smiths. —O de Pumba. —O de Mushu.

We Started This Thing Together And That’s How We’ll Finish It. I Promise.

We literally just got back on good terms. I can only imagine how many of his groupies have seen the picture already. Now they’re about to start popping out of the snow! Like daisies.” “Reel it in, Mushu,” Dylan chuckled. “And if somebody did have a problem then, so what?” Zuri interrupted. “Let your man handle it.” “He’s not my man,” she drawled. “Technically.

there’s someone who has been waiting so long and so anxiously to see you again.” Charles scooted to one side and Mushu leapt across the intervening space and into Hart’s arms.

Chi Fu was right," she said wretchedly. "This is all my fault." "Don't listen to that catfish," Mushu said. "Chin up. You're strong, and you're smart. Heck, you defeated an army of Huns. You'll get the captain through this." "I hope so." "Keep talking to him," Mushu suggested. "Make your voice soothing, like a good cup of tea." Mulan rolled her eyes, but she desperately wanted to believe the dragon's words. "You can make it, Shang," she said to the captain. She touched his arm, then clasped his hand, warming his cold fingers with her own. "Whatever battle you're fighting in there, I'm going to help you." "That's it," Mushu encouraged. "Keep going. Maybe you should give him a little kiss." "Mushu!" The dragon shrugged. "Hey, it works in all those folktales.

I meant what I said in front of the gates,” said Shang softly. “I’ll never meet another girl like you.” He shuffled his feet and went on quickly, getting to the point: “You told me in Diyu that you set your matchmaker on fire. Does that mean she never made you a match? I mean, do you have someone waiting for you at home?” Mulan’s mouth curved. She had an idea where this was going now, and she had to press her lips tight to keep from smiling. “I have my parents and my grandmother.” “Would they object if I visited?” “Object?” A laugh tumbled out of her throat. “They might never let you leave.” At that, Shang grinned. Hearing her laugh, Yao, Ling, Chien-Po turned back and waved. “They must be wondering what we’re talking about,” she said, waving back. She touched her cheek. It was hot, and she could only imagine how flushed she must look. Her friends—and especially Mushu—would be very curious about why Shang had made her blush. She’d tell them, but not yet. For now, maybe she could blame it on a good run. “Come on,” said Mulan to Shang, still glowing. “I’ll race you back.” Together, they ran to catch up with the soldiers. They’d march to the Imperial City, to be honored by the Emperor. Then home, to begin the next chapter of their lives.