[on Sato]

He might as well be an American. His kind respect just one thing: money.

So what are you into it for? Love?

I was 10 when the B-29 came. My family lived underground for three days. When we came up the city was gone. Then the heat brought rain. Black rain. You made the rain black, and shoved your values down our throat. We forgot who we were. You created Sato and thousands like him. I'm paying you back.