Once upon a time, in New York City in 1941... at this club open to all comers to play, night after night, at a club named "Minton's Play House" in Harlem, they play jazz sessions competing with each other. Young jazz men with a new sense are gathering. At last they created a new genre itself. They are sick and tired of the conventional fixed style jazz. They're eager to play jazz more freely as they wish then... in 2071 in the universe... The bounty hunters, who are gathering in the spaceship "BEBOP", will play freely without fear of risky things. they must create new dreams and films by breaking traditional styles. The work, which becomes a new genre itself, will be called... "COWBOY BEBOP"
I'm just an old fashioned cowboy.
Hunger is the best spice, they say.
Whatever happens, happens.
I was younger then, I wasnít afraid of anything, I didnít think about dying for a second. I thought I was invincible. Then I met some girl. I wanted to live, I started to think like that; for the first time I was afraid of death. I had never felt like that before.
I'm not going there to die. I'm going to find out if I'm really alive.
There once was a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, was revived, and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he really didn't care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat which meant he was free. He met a white female cat and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger-striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life. I hate that story. I hate cats, you know that.
You think I'm Vicious?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT VICIOUS IS!!!
I'm just watching a bad dream I never wake up from.
You know the jig, Spike, Justice and Duty, eh?
Jet: Betrayal may come easily to women, but men live by iron codes of honor.
Faye: You really believe that?
: I'm trying to, real hard.
Spike: I have to go, Jet.
Jet: No, you really don't.
Spike: Ha. Still. [Leaves]
There is nothing left to believe in.