The Last Dragon Page #4

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because it wasn't our fault, all right?

- There was nothing we could do.

- There were bodyguards.

There must have been 20 or 30 of them!

- These big...

- Black guys!

Yeah, black guys.

- Yeah, with chains!

- Chains, clubs, they had everything.

They had pipes, bats, they had everything!

All right, all right!

So the broad wants to play tough, huh?

All right.

Two of us can play that game.

Hey, Rock! Come here.

I got a little job for you.

The tank?

Bring her back in one piece, will you?

Chinese GoJu is my secret, I bear no arms.

May God help me

if I ever have to use my art.

Conscience is our guide.

Peace is our shelter.

Beauty and perfection is our life.

See the courtesy.

Kis-Kay! Break!

Johnny, what are you doing?

Well, you see, Leroy,

you know how you're always teaching us...

...to master the art of fighting

without fighting?

Well, I did you one better.

I mastered the art of fighting

without knowing how to fight.

You see, people...

People are afraid of Oriental dudes.

Give them a little move, a little scream,

and lots of attitude.

Check this out.

Johnny, to seek safety

one must go to the heart of danger.

The sign outside says this here school

is for instructions in the martial arts.

- We thought we might get some lessons.

- Yeah, where do we sign up?

- How many yen?

- I'd like to learn some kung fu.

- Come on, hot stuff!

- Come on, Leroy.

Teach me something.

I do not wish to fight you.

Well, who do you "wish" to fight then?

One of them?

Or one of the ladies, maybe?

Yeah, since you're too much

of a sissy to fight me...

...maybe they're more your speed.

Get him, girls.

Maybe you can get a rise

out of this limp wimp!

- You wanna wrestle?

- Hey, little girl.

All you've got is this bod and that's it.

I would love to peel this banana.

Come on, handsome, show us your stuff!

How about a little kiss on my fist?

He's too much of a gentleman to hit a lady.

You look scared to me!

Yeah! Come on, Leroy!

- Yeah, that's right! Bow, sucker!

- Yeah!

Bow down to your master!

Yeah, coolie, kiss my Converse!

- So sorry. Excuse, please.

- Bow!

Bow!

Enough!

You want to fight?

You fight me, you big ugly,

smelly-breathed sucker!

How about you, string bean,

Rick-James-lookin' fool?

Beast, kill him!

Get him, Beast!

Bow down or I'm gonna snap

this clown in two!

Yeah, that's right, fool!

Kiss 'em!

Down!

Beast, let him go.

You may not wish to fight me now, sucker!

But you will! I'm gonna see to that!

Sayonara.

- Who's the master?

- Sho'nuff!

- Who's the master?

- Sho'nuff!

The Shogun of Harlem!

Yeah!

Sometimes it is hard

to live the way of the wise.

Hey, Reloy!

Your papa-san,

he wants you in the kitchen, man!

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