'takashi sings tin pan alley for youngsters' is the hottest show on japanese television. the sweat shops are working overtime trying to keep up with the demand. record albums, toys, cereal, tee shirts, you name it.
look, stokes, let's cut the bullshit. we want takashi in that smoochy slot and we're willing to do whatever it takes to get it.
i'm originally from teaneck.
we own every hair on this bastard's head and we're willing to share a few strands.  if you get my drift.
you mean like this?
two hundred grand in a louis vuitton duffle bag. get our boy the slot and we'll round it off to a million. and you can keep the luggage.
you're dealing with an honorable culture, frank. we know how to play ball.
i don't like complications, frank. you got one week to get takashi that slot or you're gonna be shakin' hands with buddha.
okay, boys, chop him up, bag him and dump him in the woods.
one week, jeeves. got that? or i get a blender and make an orange julius with your feet.
yeah, honey, you can help us with something.
you tell that boss of yours he better take care of the rhino problem. in my culture we honor deals or invite consequences.
spicy little thing, isn't she?
takashi gets that time slot. you hear me, girly? tell that boss of yours we'll kill everyone at this fucking network if we have to. starting with the pretty ones.
auf wiedersehen, honey.
i wish i could tell you it'll be quick and painless, frank, but you know how these things go.