Rush Hour (1998)

Agent Whitney: Well as long as we're gonna humiliate someone, might as well be LAPD.

Lee: Whassup, my nigga? Bartender: What did you just say? Lee: Whassup, my nigga.

Captain Diel: Every now and then we have to let the general public know that we can still blow shit up. James Carter: You're goddamn right.

Carter: It is not my job to be jumping on and off of buses, I don't do that, I am not Carl Lewis!

Detective James Carter: You sound like a karate movie.

Capt. Diel: Every so often, we have to let the general public know that we can still blow shit up.

Lee: Not being able to speak is not the same as not speaking. You seem as if you like to talk. I like to let people talk who like to talk. It makes it easier to find out how full of shit they are. Carter: What the hell did you just say?

Detective James Carter: Fifty million dollars?! Man, who you think you kidnapped? Chelsea Clinton?!

Detective James Carter: This is the United States of James Carter here. I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito!

Detective Inspector Lee: We can hang in my crib. I will show you my 'hood.

Detective Inspector Lee: We both full of shit. Detective James Carter: YOU full of shit.

Detective James Carter: I've been lookin' for your sweet and sour chicken ass.

Det. James Carter, LAPD: This is the LAPD. We're the most hated cops in all the free world. My own mama's ashamed of me. She tells everybody I'm a drug dealer.

Det. James Carter, LAPD: This is the United States of James Carter now. I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito. Your ass belongs to me.

Carter: How long this flight? Lee: Fifteen hours. Carter: Fifteen hours? What are we gonna do for fifteen hours? Lee: [Puts on head phones and begins to sing] Huh! War! Uh! Good God "yaw." Carter: Oh, hell no! Stewardess! Get me another seat!