Gwen Terasaki: Well, go on say it: I was a shameless hussy and I disgraced your household. Well I am not going to crawl on my knees to you just because I made a little social error.
Hidenari Terasaki: Social error? Forgetting your place as wife of my household? Insulting a guest?
Gwen Terasaki: Who insulted whom, I'd like to know. What are you getting so worked up for anyhow? You didn't agree with him either.
Hidenari Terasaki: That is my privilege as a man, not yours. You were rude and humiliating. Acting thus may be permissible in the State of Tennessee...
Gwen Terasaki: Never mind the State of Tennessee, at least they treat women like human beings. Why the minute you stepped off the ship you started pushing me around like a 14th Century samurai.
Hidenari Terasaki: 16th Century.
Gwen Terasaki: Okay. Well this is the twentieth. I don't mind going in the doors behind you. I don't even mind bowing to your friends and relatives but when a girl can't even open her mouth without starting a scandal...
Hidenari Terasaki: Then keep mouth shut! According to custom.
Gwen Terasaki: Your customs. Not mine. And you can put them back in the Middle Ages where they belong. Furthermore I am sick of smiling and scraping and bowing even when you'd like to murder somebody. I'm sick of all the set of complicated rules that put honour and duty before simple human truth. I'm sick of a place where people can't show their real emotions; where women are treated like pieces of furniture and it's a quaint old custom for fathers to sell their baby daughters.
Hidenari Terasaki: Stop weeping!
Gwen Terasaki: I'll weep if a I want to.
Hidenari Terasaki: Trick of American women to obtain pity. Stop it!
Gwen Terasaki: I know what they call me at the Foreign Office; "Terasaki's Falling". Well Aunt Peggy was right and so was your ambassador. I only wish I'd listened to them
