Seven Samurai (1954)
Kikuchiyo: What do you think of farmers? You think they're saints? Hah! They're foxy beasts! They say, "We've got no rice, we've no wheat. We've got nothing!" But they have! They have everything! Dig under the floors! Or search the barns! You'll find plenty! Beans, salt, rice, sake! Look in the valleys, they've got hidden warehouses! They pose as saints but are full of lies! If they smell a battle, they hunt the defeated! They're nothing but stingy, greedy, blubbering, foxy, and mean! God damn it all!
[He hurls a handful of arrows into the wall]
Kikuchiyo: But then who made them such beasts? You did! You samurai did it! You burn their villages! Destroy their farms! Steal their food! Force them to labour! Take their women! And kill them if they resist! So what should farmers do?
[Kikuchiyo suddenly sinks to his knees, bending his head. He begins to sob uncontrollably]
Kikuchiyo: Damn... damn... damn... damn...
[Kambei unfolds his arms and looks down at the palms of his hands]
Kambei Shimada: [Quietly, after a long pause] You were the son of a farmer, weren't you?
Kambei Shimada: Go to the north. The decisive battle will be fought there.
Gorobei Katayama: Why didn't you build a fence there?
Kambei Shimada: A good fort needs a gap. The enemy must be lured in. So we can attack them. If we only defend, we lose the war.
Kambei Shimada: So. Again we are defeated.
[Shichiroji looks puzzled at Kambei]
Kambei Shimada: The farmers have won. Not us.
Farmer Manzo: Old man, I'm worried. The village girls will go crazy over the samurai. If the samurai touch 'em, all hell will break loose.
Gisaku: Bandits are coming, you fool. Your head is on the block and all you think of are your whiskers?
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.
Kikuchiyo: You fool! Damn you! You call yourself a horse! For shame! Hey! Wait! Please! I apologize! Forgive me!
Kambei Shimada: The farmers have won. We have lost.
Gisaku: Find hungry samurai. Even bears come down from the mountains when they are hungry.
Kambei Shimada: Danger always strikes when everything seems fine.
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!
[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.
[Gorobei is watching Heihachi, who is methodically splitting logs]
Gorobei Katayama: How'd you like to kill thirty bandits?
Heihachi Hayashida: [Spins around in surprise as his axe swings wide]
[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?
Kambei Shimada: Can horses get over them?
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.
Heihachi Hayashida: I'm Heinachi Hayashida, a fencer of the Wood Cut School.
Bandit second-in-command: We'll take this place next.
Bandit Chief: We took it last autumn. They haven't got anything worth taking yet. Let's wait.
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.
Kikuchiyo: [in a drunken stupor] Oh, it's you, is it? I remember your head. You had the nerve to ask me if I was a samurai. Didn't you? I never forget a face. Look, though I'm dressed in rags, I'm a real samurai, all right. Here. I'm going to show you something. Just look at this.
[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! Look at this, just look at this! That's me right there.
[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 funny?
Kambei Shimada: You don't look thirteen!
Kikuchiyo: This baby... It's me... It's what happened to me!
Gorobei Katayama: The threshing's done and still no bandits. Everyone's saying they might not come after all.
Kambei Shimada: A tempting thought. But when you think you're safe is precisely when you're most vulnerable.
Woman Farmer: Is there no god to protect us? Land tax, forced labor, war, drought and now bandits! The gods want us farmers dead1
Farmer Manzo: Consider who we're dealing with here. Give a wolf a taste of your leg and he'll ask for your hand.
Young Gambler 1: Look at him sobbing.
Young Gambler 2: Misses his wifey.
Young Gambler 1: I'd pay good money to watch the two of 'em going at it.
Gorobei Katayama: I'm with you. But I have to say that although I understand the farmers' suffering and understand why you would take up their cause, it's your character that I find most compelling. In life one finds friends in the strangest places.
Gorobei Katayama: How did you fare?
Kambei Shimada: We let a good fish get away. An excellent swordsman.
Gorobei Katayama: [laughs] They say the fish that gets away looks bigger than it really is.
Heihachi Hayashida: Actually, kids work harder than adults. But only if you treat them like adults.
Kikuchiyo: You again! I see that bald head of yours in my dreams!
Kikuchiyo: Don't mess with me. I may look like hell, but I'm a real samurai!
Gisaku: All farmers ever do is worry, whether the rain falls, the sun shines or the wind blows. In short, all they know is fear.
Kikuchiyo: You all make great scarecrows. Problem is, the enemy isn't a bunch of sparrows and crows!
Kikuchiyo: You there, chewing your cud. Can you cut that out? This isn't a cow shed!
Kikuchiyo: Hey, everybody. Give your wives plenty of lovin' tonight, you hear?
[Villagers and Samurai laugh]
Kikuchiyo: Hot damn! Look at all those girls! Where the hell have you been hiding these girls?
Kikuchiyo: Something's upsetting the little bugger, but he won't say what. You can see it all over his face.
Gorobei Katayama: Those lips of his are bolted up tight as a house.
Shichiroji: That bandit said their fort...
Kyuzo: It's hardly a fort.
Kikuchiyo: It's full of holes, like Yohei's underwear.
Kambei Shimada: You said he'd be a treasure in hard times. The hard times have only just begun.