Silent Samurai: Algren-San.
[he rushes in front of Algren to protect him from being shot, and is consequently shot himself]
Algren: Bob.
[Nobutada is shamed by Imperial Guards who cut off his top knot and take his swords, leaving him in a heap in the street]
Algren: C'mon, I'll take you home.
Nobutada: Jolly good.
Algren: I have questions.
Katsumoto: Questions come later.
Emperor Meiji: Ambassador Swanbeck, I have concluded that your treaty is NOT in the best interests of my people.
Ambassador Swanbeck: Sir, if I may...
Emperor Meiji: So sorry, but you may not.
Algren: Mr. Graham. Tell this man to fire at me.
Simon Graham: I beg your pardon?
Algren: Tell this man that if he does not shoot me, I will kill him.
Katsumoto: Many of our customs seem strange to you. And the same is true of yours. For example, not to introduce yourself is considered extremely rude, even among enemies.
[watching the Imperial Army's target practice]
Algren: I suppose we should be grateful they're all firing in the same direction.
Zebulon Gant: Couldn't have put it better myself, sir.
Katsumoto: This is my son's village. We are deep in the mountains, and the winter is coming. You cannot escape.
Nobutada: Jolly Good.
Katsumoto: [Algren has just walked into Katsumoto's house, after being beaten thoroughly by Uijo] Uijo is teaching you the way of the Japanese sword.
Algren: [Flatly] Yes indeed.
Colonel Bagley: Son of a bitch thinks he can win.
Colonel Bagley: Just tell me one thing, what is it about your own people you hate so much?
Omura's Companion: He's rude.
Omura: That's how it is here. A land of cheap traders.
Katsumoto: Well, they won't surrender.
Algren: My thanks, on behalf of those who died in the name of better mechanical amusements and commercial opportunities.
Algren: [shouting] What the hell am I doing here?
['Bob' rushes up, about to draw his sword and kill Algren, but Katsumoto gestures for him to stop]
Katsumoto: In spring the snows will melt and the passes will open. Until that time, you are here.
Algren: Who sent those men to kill you? Was it the Emperor? Omura?
Katsumoto: If The Emperor wishes my death, he has but to ask.
Algren: So it was Omura.
[watching Algren fence with Ujio]
Nobutada: He's getting better, no?
Nakao: Hmm...
[spits]
Nakao: but still so ugly.
[laughter]
