At the offices of a Japanese corporation, during a party, a woman, who's evidently a professional mistress, is found dead, apparently after some rough sex. A police detective, Web Smith is ... See full summary »

John Connor: The Japanese have a saying, "Fix the problem, not the blame." Find out what's fucked up and fix it. Nobody gets blamed. We're always after who fucked up. Their way is better.
John Connor: Never take what the enemy offers you.
John Connor: Is that your theory?
Tom Graham: My theory? My theory is that these guys are known world class perversion freaks.
Phillips: Must be nice to fuck a lawyer, instead of always being fucked by one.
John Connor: Every aspect of your appearance and behavior will reflect on you, the Department, and me as your sempai.
Web Smith: My sempai?
John Connor: Mm.
Web Smith: That wouldn't be massa, would it?
John Connor: We may come from a fragmented MTV rap video culture, but they do not.
John Connor: They say if you resort to violence, then you've already lost.
John Connor: When you start to get into trouble, I will say, 'Perhaps I can be of assistance?' From then on, I do the talking. You stand behind me. And don't appear distracted. We may come from a fragmented, MTV rap-video culture, but they do not. Every aspect of your appearance and behavior will reflect on you, the Department, and me as your sempai.
Web Smith: My sempai?
John Connor: Mm.
Web Smith: That wouldn't be massa', would it?
John Connor: No. The sempai is the senior man who guides the junior man, the kohai. In Japan, the sempai-kohai relationship is presumed to exist when the younger man and the older man work together. Hopefully, they will presume that of us.
Jeff: You should know, I'm a black belt.
John Connor: But of course you are dear.
Web Smith: Where are you from, "sempai"? Scotland Yard?
John Connor: Scotland Backyard.
Julia: You better watch out cos Eddie, he's the real jealous type. They don't call him Crazy Eddie for nothing.
John Connor: Do you know what's true? When something sounds too good to be true, then it's not true.
John Connor: We're playing that most American of games.
Web Smith: Which is what?
John Connor: Catch-up.
Web Smith: Look, "sempai," apple pie, whatever it is you want me to call you, we have a murder here. I wanna solve it. I don't wanna hear true confessions, awright?
Bob Richmond: Hey! Hey, you! Quit loafing! Get the senator's car! What do you think we're doing?
Web Smith: No, you get the senator's car! Wrong guy, wrong fucking century! Penguin looking mother fucker!
Web Smith: We're the good guys. Why are we running?
John Connor: We're not running. We're eluding.
Web Smith: [after pushing on wall to find a hidden room] The executive fuck chamber.
Cop: Hey Graham, you want some sushi?
Tom Graham: No thanks. If I get a craving for mercury, I'll eat a thermometer.
Web Smith: If we only had the original disk, we could see what happened after that.
Jingo Asakuma: Exactly. You catch on fast, Lieutenant Smith.
Web Smith: Yeah, I do.
Web Smith: Tough neighborhoods are America's last advantage.