Detective James Carter: [after Det. Revi kisses him cheek to cheek] Hey man! You touch me again, you gonna owe me dinner and movie. Detective Revi: Congratulations! It appears we have finally brought down the Triad. Chief Inspector Lee: [total disbelief] We? Detective James Carter: You didn’t do shit! Chief Inspector Lee: My butt still(…)
James Carter: Lee, let me introduce you to Carter’s new theory of criminal investigation: follow the rich white man. Lee: Follow the rich white man? James Carter: Behind every big crime there’s a rich white man waiting for his cut.
James Carter: Who died, Lee? Lee: You! James Carter: Detective Yu? Lee: Not Yu, you! James Carter: Who? Lee: You! James Carter: Who? Lee: Do you understand the words that are a-coming out of my mouth? James Carter: Don’t nobody understand the words that are comining out of your mouth.
Clive Cod: Let me tell you something, I don’t know anything about that, so you can kiss my fat ass. Carter: Clive, it would take me all day to kiss your fat ass.
Lee: Ah! Beach Boys! Carter: Oh, hell no! You didn’t just touch my goddamn radio! Lee: The Beach Boys are great American music. Carter: The Beach Boys gonna get you a great ass whuppin’. Don’t you ever touch a black man’s radio, boy! You can do that in China but you can get your ass(…)
Lee: Whassup, my nigga? Bartender: What did you just say? Lee: Whassup, my nigga.