Fury of the Fist and the Golden Fleece Page #7

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They're everywhere.

People will die.

Hong Kong 8 is a dock.

OJ remembers.

Hong Kong 8,

crazy man in the streets,

heading for war in Brooklyn.

And that means,

the war is here.

The war is here.

Okay. Ju wanna go to war,

we take you to war!

So, we going to war, huh?

[heavy metal music playing]

[screaming]

It is not my time.

You have to defeat me,

if you want to take me.

I have not come here

to fight you this time.

But to warn you.

You must fight

next to The Fist.

The Fist has lost his way.

His heart is broken.

There are many different ways

to the mountain's top.

What matters is that

he gets there.

He doesn't need me.

You must fight with him.

The fate of man

depends on your victory.

Honor the Gods!

[grunting]

[Duck Suck Song]

Guapo, enter the warehouse.

Okinawa will parachute

in from his castle in the sky.

Here, take this beret.

You have been knighted

a black cat in Panther Fu.

Watch Fist's back.

Let's put these witches

in their places

on their backs, suckas.

Oh, it's a dock party!

[El Guapo] Let me get in there.

[Okinawa] Oh, no, I want some

Action Jackson.

[El Guapo] You want some style,

flash, pizzazz.

Hey, ju want some ice cream

with me, baby?

-Okay, since you like it better.

-Ooh, okay, you can take it.

Ju wanna have some ice cream

with me?

Is that what you want?

This is why I do not

have children.

Master.

Will you fight with us?

Hell no! I got

a political action committee

to run.

Money doesn't

exactly raise itself.

That's all right,

I got this.

When the dragon flies,

everybody looks up.

What are we looking at?

I don't know.

[hip hop playing]

Hold on, blood.

Who the hell invited you?

I do not need an invitation.

What the heck is that,

some kind of Jedi mind trick?

No. It's called

waving good-bye.

[dance music playing]

[roaring]

It's The Fist!

[all yelling]

[Captain] You know you have

to ask the Captain's permission

in order to come

aboard his boat?

You're not Captain Crunch,

-and this ain't a ship!

-I'm Captain Stabbin'!

He killed the Captain!

You think you're tough?

Well, I'm mad as hell,

and you're about

to get roughed!

[all yelling]

[shrieking]

Your cucumber is mine.

[yelling]

[all yelling]

[choir singing]

Just a bunch of dead bodies.

Excuse me, oh strange one.

You may look,

but you may not touch.

Oh, shiny head, I can touch,

but you can't look.

I'm the Supervisor.

I say we go outside,

and I teach you how to touch.

Sounds like a party

I'd like to be invited to.

Are we gonna go out

and fight,

I mean, uh...

Oh, absolutely, after you.

[all yelling]

[sniffing]

Fist, que pasa, man?

Where you at?

You see the girl

with the feathers?

Fist?

Where you at, man?

Conyo?

[yelling]

What you looking at, huh?

What you looking at, huh?

I'm El Guapo.

You f***ing with me,

you f***ing with the best!

Who put this

thing together, huh?

Me, that's who!

[yelling]

Check it out.

You guys see that sh*t?

[yelling]

Okay.

You kill my partner,

I kill you!

[gun firing]

[screaming]

[gun firing]

[screaming continues]

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

[firing multiple gunshots]

[screaming]

[growling]

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[gunshots continue]

[all yelling]

Pass the Courvoisier,

I came to bleed.

You must pass my

ninja clan first!

[growling]

Let's bang.

The Ancient Greeks

fought naked.

I'll fight naked.

[dance music playing]

[groaning]

Pop-blocking boxer style!

Drunken Master style!

Dolphin style!

Gorilla Style!

Padawan Master style.

[all yelling]

Nunchuck style.

Fist this, Mr. Fist Man.

Godzilla style!

[grunting]

I hope you brought

your boarding pass.

'Cause you're about to fly.

Midget style!

[yelling]

Now that's what

I call a skull f***.

[women moaning]

It's time for the

payback, Jack.

Halt. The Fist.

The people upstairs

know all about you.

You're going away

for a long time.

The Federal Reserve

has never been audited.

The Illuminati

run everything.

You're under arrest.

And you're

under my friend.

[yelling]

How come Okinawa didn't get

an invitation to this dance,

you jive sucka!

-Solid.

-Solid.

Let's see what you got.

[both yelling]

Step up to the

f***ing big boy plate.

Ice cold!

I hope you got more.

Cross it, b*tch.

Bring it over here.

[whooping]

I got your woo

in my pants.

[grunting]

Playing your game

now, boy.

[both grunting]

[yelling]

[cracks]

[whooping]

What are you doing?

Super agent, huh.

F*** that sh*t.

I told you I'd be back.

Damn it, they live!

Right.

[both grunting]

Give me more,

give me more.

I wanna eat a reptile.

Come on, reptile boy.

Let's see about that.

Give me some skin.

[yelling]

This is for Hot Rod making

snakeskin sandals in Heaven,

you reptile piece of sh*t.

Goodnight, Irene.

Consider that

my tax return.

Oh yeah,

you got a nice smile.

And I don't want

to hear from

the G's anymore,

you stupid

jive turkeys!

So we meet

again, buddy.

It must be a re-run

on your face.

[dramatic music playing]

[mumbling]

Show me what you got.

[wheezing]

[laughing]

[growling]

[laughing continues]

You're not so

big anymore.

You're not so

big anymore.

You're not so big anymore!

["Bring Us A Warrior" playing]

[laughing]

And you can take your

Soylent Dream with it.

The Fist in the

palm of my hand.

[laughing]

[groaning]

Service with a smile.

[grunts]

It's hammer time.

[screaming]

[sobbing]

How about a Coke

with that smile.

It's the porn chicas.

[women moaning]

Welcome, El Guapo.

[all] El Guapo, come

join us, let's play.

We are also known as the

Women's International

Terrorist Conspiracy...

From hell.

Do you think The Fist

would refuse to do us?

All of us?

Yeah, Guapo.

Will you leave us

unpleased?

Sometimes a man has to do

what a man has to do.

And a woman's pleasure

is a man's pain.

[groans]

Say hello to

my little friend.

[all moaning]

Okay, you wanna

play, huh?

First you get the money,

then you get the power,

[both yelling]

then you get the women.

Okay, I'm reloaded.

Come on, what you

got for me, huh?

What did I tell you about

talking to other witches!

Oh, you got kicks.

Okay, you wanna

see some of my kicks?

Look at the birdie.

[El Guapo] How you like that?

How you like that, huh?

[both grunting]

Okay, okay, come on.

Oh, ju okay? I sorry.

[sobbing]

I sorry.

I sorry, little lady, I

didn't mean to do that to you.

[yelling]

Chastity.

[narrator] All right,

motherfuckers, I know

what you're thinking.

The Superboss is working

for the goddamn witches.

You're damn straight.

No matter how

big a man may be,

there's always a woman behind

him ready to crack that whip

with her hypnotic sex magic,

unless your name is The Fist

and you're packing a

50 caliber cucumber

filled with consciousness

named Dirty Harry.

I should've known it was you.

He's ours now.

Let him go, snake eyes.

[El Guapo] Come on,

what you gonna do?

[hissing]

Master Duck Suck Song

was right.

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