First Lady, I'm sorry I pimp slapped you into that china cabinet.
and of course
This one child, I'll never forget. Poor little bastard was still alive. Little Chinese legs were blown clean off! Still see his little shins & feet hangin' from the ceiling fan across the hut. He was charred from his head down to his little Chinese knees. He tried to get up. But he fell over & what was left of his right leg broke off. As he laid there, flat on his face, he looked up at me. His little Chinese eyes burnin' right into my stomach, deep into my soul. He said somethin' to me in Chinese like, "Boo coo sow!" sounded like some cartoon ****. But I understood it to be a question that he was askin' me. And I don't have to know how to speak Chinese to know what that question was. "Why, Black Dynamite? Why?"