Black Rain

Matsumoto Masahiro:
"Perhaps you should think less of yourself and more of your group, try to work like in Japanese. I grew up with your soldiers; you were wise then. Now - music and movies are all America is good for. We make the machines, we build the future, we won the peace.

Nick Conklin:
"And if there was ONE of you guys who had an original idea, you'd be so tight that you couldn't even pull it out of your ass!"

Nick Conklin:
Sometimes, you just got to go for it.

Nick Conklin:
If you pull it, you better use it.

Nick Conklin:
A couple of guys I used to work with in the department took some money from some drug dealers. No big deal.

Matsumoto Masahiro:
They stole?

Nick Conklin:
They liberated funds.

Matsumoto Masahiro:
Theft is theft. There is no gray area.

Nick Conklin:
Hey Matsu, New York is one big gray area.

Nick Conklin:
I usually get kissed before I get f***ed.

Nick Conklin:
One good hand job deserves another.

Nick Conklin:
Now, you got a counterfeiting ring goin' on & you should talk to your partner before you go to the suits. So f*** you very much!

Sugai:
I was 10 years old when the B-29 came. We lived underground for three days. We when came up the city was gone. Then came the rain. Black rain. Your people made the rain black.

Joyce:
See, there's a war goin' on between Sato and this old-time boss named Sugai.

Nick Conklin:
How many people know about this?

Joyce:
Including you and me? Eleven million.

Nick Conklin:
Sometimes you should forget your head and grab your butt.

Berg:
That's a king-sized nut. I admire your thrift

Nick Conklin:
Yeah, well, life's a b*tch.

Crown:
We did the math, Hero. You're twenty grand in the hole a month. You're into the shylocks, Conklin, you're takin'.

Nick Conklin:
Look, you wanna charge me, you charge me, okay? You wanna jerk off, you go back to your office.

Nick Conklin:
Just hope they got a Nip in this building who speaks f***ing English.

Matsumoto Matsumoto:
[overhearing] Assistant Inspector Matsumoto Masahiro, Criminal Investigation section, Osaka Perfecture police. And I do speak f***ing English.

Sugai:
[on Sato] He might as well be an American. His kind respect just one thing: money.

Nick Conklin:
So what are you into it for? Love?

Sugai:
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.

Joyce:
Look, I've been living in this country for seven years, and I still can't read the headlines. Yes means no. Maybe means never.

Nick Conklin:
You still didn't answer my question. How do I get to him?

Joyce:
Let the police handle it. Nobody's going to help a gaijin.

Nick Conklin:
Gaijin?

Joyce:
Yeah, a stranger. A barbarian. A foreigner. Me and you... More you.

Joyce:
Because you could get me killed. You see, there's a war going on here, and they don't take prisoners.

Nick Conklin:
What are you talking about?

Joyce:
It's between Sato and an old crime boss named Sugai.

Nick Conklin:
Who else knows about this war?

Joyce:
Counting you and me? [beat] Eleven million.

Nick Conklin:
Sugai-san, I am the solution... to your problems.

Joyce:
A love-hate relationship can last a very long time.

Joyce:
The girls want to know if you're the guy who lost Sato at the airport. Just off the plane, you make the evening news. Very impressive. Americans who are less than perfect - it's very amusing.

Crown:
We'll charge you. We'll find someone to help us. Nobody's got a softer center than a dirty cop.