Rush Hour

Carter: Do you understand the words that are COMING OUTTA MY MOUTH?!?! Sang: The drop will be made tonight, 11:00pm. The amount will be $50,000,000. Carter: $50,000,000?! Who do you think you kidnapped, Chelsea Clinton?! Sang: In U.S. currency. Nothing bigger than a 50. Carter: All right. All right. Cool. Cool. Cool. $50,000,000. No prob. No prob. Sang: I want 20,000,000 in 50s... Carter: [writes it down] 20,000,000 in 50s. Sang: 20,000,000 in 20s... Carter: 20,000,000 in 20s. Sang: And 10,000,000 in 10s. Carter: And 10,000,000 in 10s. You want any 5s with that?

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Cab Driver: [Points a gun at Lee and Carter] Don't move! [ Lee and Carter put their hands up] Drop your guns. Carter: Hey man look, FBI? [Shows his badge] Lee: Oh, um...I'm policeman! I'm just showing him how to take a gun from a suspect. [Carter is stunned at discovering Lee speaks English]

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Chief Insp. Lee: [hears Surfing USA] Beach Boys. Det. James Carter: Oh, hell, no. You didn't just touch my goddamn radio. Lee: The Beach Boys are great American music. Carter: The Beach Boys'll get you a great ass-whoopin'. Don't you ever touch a black man's radio, boy. You can do that in China but you'll get your ass killed out here.

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Lee: I am not responsible for your assumption. Carter: You full of shit, you understand me, you full of shit. Lee: Not being able to speak is not the same as not speaking. You seem as if you like to talk. I like to let people talk who like to talk. It makes it easier to find out how full of shit they are. Carter: [Pause] What the hell did you just say? "I let people talk, blah blah blah" so I'm the one full of shit? Lee: We both full of shit. Carter: You full of shit.

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Lee: [Singing "War"] What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Good God you all. Carter: It's not "you all" its "y'all". Lee: Yahl? Carter: Y'all! Lee: Yaal! Carter: Man you sound like a karate movie. Y'all!

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Carter: Damn Chen, some greasy shit? You aint got no better food like some chicken wings, some baby back-ribs, some fries or something? Chen: Chinese food! No soul food here! Carter: I ain't say nothing about no soul food. I said ain't you got some better food? I don't want that greasy shit. How you gonna sell a big box of grease? Chen: Fung geneo bunkwain. Carter: I'm a chilly what? Chen: I'm no punk bitch! Carter: I aint no punk bitch either! Chen: I'm no punk bitch!

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