Cowboy Bebop

Spike: Hey listen, the evening's young, I know a rockin' joint. Care to join me and check it out? Ted: Nah, I hit the sack early, I'm not a night person. Spike: It's a first rate hotel that offers free bodyguard service and meals. The place has every amenity. One could live there. Ted: I'm sure they require reservations. Spike: Nope, you don't need one for hotel prison...Teddy Bomber.

Police Officer: Well anyway, what were you trying to achieve by blowing everything up? Ted: I only wanted to send out a warning against the needless waste created by capitalism without philosophy. The needless colonization of planets, the needless circulation of slanted media, and needlessly tall buildings that symbolize all of this! You see, by destroying these monoliths, I intended to remind the world that the pioneering spirit is truly about... Andy: Wait! Wait! Wait! Ted: Huh? Andy! (Andy rides alongside the van.) Andy: Call me Musashi! (laughs) Go, Jiroumaru! (rides off) Ted: But then, it was all needless too, wasn't it?

(After Spike comes back to the Bebop mentioning Andy ran over him with his horse)
Spike: If I'm lying then how in the hell do you explain this on my back?
Jet: Okay Okay, Chill. I totally buy the horse.
Faye: You do?
Jet: But you're lacking creativity in the cowboy character. He's lame.
Faye: Yeah, maybe that's the problem.
Jet: Perhaps if he was a samurai instead?
Faye: Now that I wouldn't question!
(Jet and Faye laugh)

Andy: (To Spike) See you, Space Cowboy.

Andy (to Faye): Now, why don't we drink to me, and my reflection in your lovely eyes. Cheers! Faye: (sarcastically) Yeah, cheers.

Andy: That was some punch.

Jet: Andy Von De Oniyate. He's the heir of the Oniyate Ranch. Faye: And he's pretty handsome. Ed: (reading out profile) Damage to private property: 123 counts. Damage to public property: 89 counts. Numerous injury victims. Faye: He sure reminds me of someone. (looks at Spike out of the corner of her eyes)

Faye: I brought you a souvenir. (Faye tosses a can to Spike that has a label of Andy on it. Spike frowns.) Ed: Yeaha! Souvenirs, souvenirs! Spike: I'm not gonna eat this can of crap. (hands it to Jet) Jet: But it's all we've got. Spike: I'd rather starve. (Ein barks and pants in front of his empty bowl.) Spike: (to Ein) You'll be sorry.