Kambei Shimada: This is the nature of war: By protecting others, you save yourselves. If you only think of yourself, you'll only destroy yourself.
Shichiroji: Kikuchiyo, what on earth are you doing?
Kikuchiyo: I can't kill a lot with one sword!
Kambei Shimada: Train yourself, distinguish yourself in war... But time flies. Before your dream materializes, you get gray hair. By that time your parents and friends are dead and gone.
Heihachi Hayashida: Haven't you ever seen anyone cut firewood before?
Gorobei Katayama: You seem to enjoy it.
Heihachi Hayashida: That's just the way I am. Yah!
[he chops another log]
Gorobei Katayama: You're good!
Heihachi Hayashida: Not really. It's a lot harder than killing
enemies. Yah!
[he splits another log]
Gorobei Katayama: Have you killed many?
Heihachi Hayashida: Since it's impossible to kill them all - yah!
[he splits another log]
Heihachi Hayashida: I usually run away.
Gorobei Katayama: A splendid principle.
Heihachi
Hayashida: Thank you. Yah!
Heihachi Hayashida: I'm Heihachi Hayashida, a fencer of the Wood Cutting School.
[Gorobei bursts into giggles. Kambei looks unamused]
[on taking Katsushiro as a student]
Kambei Shimada: You embarrass me. You're overestimating me. Listen, I'm not a man with any special skill, but I've had plenty of experience in battles; losing battles, all of them. In short, that's all I am. Drop such an idea for your own good.
Katsushiro: No Sir, my decision has been made. I'll follow you sir.
Kambei Shimada: I forbid it. I can't afford to take a kid with me.
[Kambei is considering the farmer's offer]
Kambei Shimada: It's impossible.
Katsushiro: Sir! Why not arm them with...?
Kambei Shimada: I thought of that, too.
Katsushiro: But sir.
Kambei Shimada: [pointedly] This would not be a game. A band of forty bandits! Two or three
"samurai" could accomplish nothing. Defense is harder than offense. Mountains in the back of the village?
Rikichi: Yes!
Kambei Shimada: Can horses get over them?
Rikichi: Yes!
Kambei Shimada: Fields in front. The village is wide open to horsemen... until the fields are flooded. One guard for each
direction takes four. Two more as a reserve. You'll need at least... seven, including me.
Kikuchiyo: [in a drunken stupor] You again. I see that bald head of yours in my dreams. You had the nerve to ask me if I was a samurai. Didn't you, huh? I never forget a face. Look here, though I look like hell, I'm a real samurai, all right. Here. I got something for you. Damn jerks. Looky here.
[He clumsily fumbles around in his robe, and presents a scroll from inside it]
Kikuchiyo: There, just you look at this. It's been handed down in my family for generations and generations. And you asked me if I were a samurai! You jerks. Look at this, just look at this! That's me right there.
[Kikuchiyo unrolls it and points randomly to a part of the scroll]
Kambei Shimada: Kikuchiyo, born on 17 February, the Second Year
of Tensho.
[He suddenly bursts out laughing]
Kikuchiyo: What's so damn funny?
Kambei Shimada: You don't look thirteen!