When some wild eyed eight foot tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against a bar room wall and he looks ya crook'd in the eye and he asks you if you've paid your dues. Well you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye and you remember what ol' Jack Burton says in a time like that. "Have you paid your dues Jack?"
"Yessir the check is in the mail."