(Infra): Dad? When will we reach Tokyo? (Dad): Almost. See, that's Kyoto! (Infra): Cool! (Dad): Enjoy our trip! (mumbles) I hope my debtors don't come... (Infra): What? (Dad): Nothing! (Slade): Hello, all. I would like to perform a number for you. Especially Jason Red. It is called "Kill on Air" (Dad): No, Wilson, don't do anything rash! (Slade): You borrowed money. You gotta give it back. (throws shurikens) (Infra): Dad! (Dad): Hide! Go to pilot's cabin! Tell them! Avenge us. (Infra): Noooo! (Infra, yawning): Now, where's the newspaper? (Infra): I'm going somewhere. (Infra): Of course.