Men in Black 3 Page #2

What do you need from me, man?

The device.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] I'm going back in time

to kill a man before he takes my arm.

MAN [IN CHINESE ACCENT]:

Oh, K, J!

So happy to see you. Uh, Mr.

Wu get you your regular table?

You no hungry?

Show us the tanks, Wu.

Oh, sure, sure. You look.

Very fresh.

Show us the tanks in the back.

Ha, ha. So sorry. No speak English.

You come back later, okay?

Save the chop-socky bullshit

for the tourists, Wu.

[SIGHS]

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Hey, what you

guys wanna bust my balls for, huh?

You don't have no balls.

Ooh.

Man, you look like

you come from the planet

Damn.

And Bob here is a clear violation

of Health Ordinance 32:

Selling unlicensed extraterrestrial...

[SQUEALS]

foodstuffs.

That is an Earth fish.

Very traditional in China.

You arrest me,

that's a hate crime!

It would be

if you were Chinese.

K, come on.

I got larvae to feed.

Who is the Spiky Bulba for?

Nobody.

K:

Who's it for?

I keep them in case!

- In case what?

- I don't know!

Anybody!

K:

All right, you slug.

[ALIEN SQUEALS]

Whoa, whoa. Uh...

Wu,

uh, he and I are having issues right

now, but you shouldn't suffer for that.

Thank you, J.

So if you don't like getting

fish-slapped, keep to our agreement.

Earth people get Earth fish.

Real Earth fish.

On behalf of my pathetic self

and worthless children, you stay.

Allow me most honorable benefit

of serving you favorite noodles, K?

Don't nobody want

your nasty-ass noodles.

You're a piece of sh*t, Wu.

Shrimp and bok choy.

We're gonna be here

for a while.

J:

That was just mean.

What you did to Wu back there.

Snatched his skirt off.

That's just disrespectful.

I used to play a game

with my dad:

What'll You Have

For Your Last Meal.

You could do worse than this.

Oh. Okay. Um...

I played a game with my dad

called catch.

Except I'd throw the ball

and it'd just hit the wall

because he wasn't there.

Don't badmouth your old man.

I'm not badmouthing him.

I just didn't really know him.

It's not right.

Damn right it's not.

A boy needs a father.

Table one hasn't ordered a thing.

Table three

just drank his fourth cup

of duck sauce.

[PHONE RINGING]

O:

K, the crashed ship

from this morning

was stolen from...

K:

Lunar-Max.

Boris the Animal.

How did you know?

He has a taste for Spiky Bulba.

Give us a minute, chief.

We're in a situation.

K:

Oh, yeah.

I take the Chloropod.

You take the Tarantabee

and the Hydronian over there.

I'll take the kitchen.

Meet you on the street.

This is a very confusing time

in my life.

[SCREAMS]

- Unh!

- Hey.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Shh, shh!

Keep your mouth closed,

keep your head down.

[CREATURE SNARLING]

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