An American businessman is sent to woo a new Japanese client.

He takes the flight over and stays the night in a Tokyo hotel.

Looking for a bit of action, the man hangs around the bar a while and, sure enough, finds a hot Japanese lady he wants to bonk.

They eventually retire to his room, and begin their lovemaking. They try every position, every angle, and ultimately - in a haze of sex-induced euphoria, the man finds just the right spot, the right position. He f**ks her madly, and all the while she's screaming something in Japanese. He digs it so much! She does, too, in his estimation. By the end she looks worn out and delighted.

He remembers the phrase she shouted, and learns his first little bit of Japanese.

The next day, he takes the CEO of the prospective client firm out for a game of golf the Japanese love golf, and he's no slouch himself, as it happens. Being ever the diplomat, when the CEO hits an absolutely splendid shot and sinks a hole in one, our hero feels it is appropriate to shout out the new Japanese phrase he's learned for 'oh, that's so good' as voiced so often by his companion of the night before. The CEO turns, ashen-faced, and stares at him...

"What the hell do you mean, 'Wrong f**king hole'?"