Carter: For your information, I'm half-Chinese now. That's right, Lee. For the last three years, I've studied the ancient teaching of Buddha, earning two black belts in Wushu martial arts, spending every afternoon at the Garden Massage Parlor in Pico and Bundy. I'm half-Chinese, baby.
Lee: If you're half-Chinese, I'm half-black. I'm your brother and I'm fly. You down with that, Snoopy? That's dope, isn't it?
Carter: Sorry, Lee. You can't be black. There's a height requirement.

Carter: You know what I think? I think you feel sorry for this guy. Maybe Kenji didn't get away in L.A. Maybe you let him go.
Lee: The Yakuza killed his family in Tokyo. He was sent to China when he was seven. He was put in Chenzou, the orphanage where I grew up. We kept each other alive.
Carter: You protected each other and you still protecting him.
Lee: I called him Shoung Dih. He was like my brother. And then, I left him.
Carter: You were adopted. What choice did you have?
Lee: He ended up on the streets. You could never understand.
Carter: I understand. I got a brother, too. My little brother, Perry. We used to be best friends. Now we don't even speak. He thinks I tipped off the cops about the chicken fights in his garage. Can you believe that? My own brother think I'm a snitch. Just because my chicken lost in the semifinals. I didn't even really care.
Lee: Carter.
Carter: He had to fight a chicken that didn't make his weight. And he still went the distance. He had a lot of heart. And he was delicious.
Lee: It's best if I do this on my own. This fight's personal.
Carter: Look, I'm-a help you, man. And I'm-a tell you right now. Whatever Kenji's trying to tell you, it ain't true. He ain't your brother.
Lee: And you're not my brother.
Carter: Fine. I'm not your brother.

Yu: May I help you?
Carter: We'll be askin' the questions, old man. Who are you?
Yu: Yu.
Carter: No, not me, you.
Yu: Yes, I am Yu.
Carter: Just answer the damn questions, who are you?
Yu: I have told you.
Carter: Are you deaf?
Yu: No, Yu is blind.
Carter: I'm not blind, you blind.
Yu: That is what I just said.
Carter: You just said what?
Yu: I did not say what, I said Yu!
Carter: That's what I'm askin' you!
Yu: And Yu is answering!
Carter: Shut up! (turns to personnel) You!
Yu: Yes?
Carter: No, not you, him! (to personnel) What's yo' name?
Mi: Mi.
Carter: Yes, YOU!
Mi: I am Mi!
Yu: He is Mi, and I am Yu.
Carter: And I'm about to whoop your old ass, man, 'cause I'm sick of playin' games! (points to everyone in the room) You, me, everybody's ass around here! (points to tall student) Him--I'm-a kick his ass, I'm sick of this!

Do you know who I am? Detective James Carter, LAPD. My family owns half of Chrenshaw Boulevard.

Fine. I'm not your brother.

For your information, I'm half-Chinese now. That's right, Lee. For the last three years, I've studied the ancient teaching of Buddha, earning two black belts in Wushu martial arts, spending every afternoon at the Garden Massage Parlor in Pico and Bundy. I'm half-Chinese, baby.

I don't know what you feedin' him, but he is too damn big!

I need a big suite, two beds, two showers, a massage therapist, some new clothes and a case of Old Spice.

I wouldn't say nothing. He has me. His brother from another mother.

I'm not constipated anymore!

If you're half-Chinese, I'm half-black. I'm your brother and I'm fly. You down with that, Snoopy? That's dope, isn't it?

In case you missed it, man, people are trying to kill me! I'm covered in shit and some French cops whupped my ass with some yellow pages, man. So don't tell me it ain't none of my business!

Lee, I'm in trouble. I need some assistance!

Lee. I got a big problem, man. This guy's on steroids. He got a head like Barry Bonds.

Maybe we should put on a dirty movie.