Tsubaki Sanjûrô

Sanjûrô Tsubaki:
Stupid friends are dangerous.

Mutsuta's wife:
Your too sharp. That's your trouble. Your like a drawn sword. Sharp, naked without a sheath. Your cut well. But good swords are kept in their sheathes.

Mutsuta's wife:
Killing people is a bad habit.

Sanjûrô Tsubaki:
He was exactly like me. A naked sword. He didn't stay in his sheath.

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Stupid friends are dangerous.

Mutsuta's wife:
You're too sharp. That's your trouble. You're like a drawn sword. Sharp, naked without a sheath. You cut well. But good swords are kept in their sheaths.

Mutsuta's wife:
Killing people is a bad habit.

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
He was exactly like me. A naked sword. He didn't stay in his sheath.

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
You tired of being stupid yet?

[last lines]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
See ya around.

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
If it sounds to good to be true it usually is.

[repeated line]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Wait...

Mutsuta, the Chamberlain:
Once as I rode by, someone said "the rider has a longer face than the horse."

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
We can't move like this! We look like a centipede!

Iori Izaka:
Let's follow them for now. Circumstances will decide whether we attack or not. [to Sanjuro, who is lazing by the window, listening to their conversation] What do you say?

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
It's a stupid plan, but some excitement might keep me awake.

Iori Izaka:
[recounting his story about his falling out with his ugly-yet-noble uncle] I met the Superintendent.

Samurai:
What did he say?

Iori Izaka:
He was cooperative. At first he looked embarrassed, but the story of my uncle shocked him. He pondered. "All right", he said, "I'll help you. I'll talk with your group. Gather them quickly. That's what he said."

Samurai:
He's great!

Samurai:
Right!

Samurai:
A powerful support for us. Not a good-natured scarecrow.

[All laugh, then turn to face the sound of loud yawns coming from the darkness outside]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Wait.

[the tall, scruffy middle-aged ronin languidly swaggers in. His hair is unkempt, his sandals tucked into his kimono, his katana, in his scabbard, propped over his shoulder. He looks a mess compared to the other nine warriors before him. He cracks another huge yawn before stepping inside. He idly taps his katana against his shoulder]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
An interesting story.

Iori Izaka:
Don't let him go!

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Fool! If I wanted to run, why would I speak?

[He wanders further into the shrine, hitching his shoulder]

Iori Izaka:
Why are you here?

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Free room overnight. By the way, overhearing has a merit.

[Rubs his chin]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
They say outsiders can be good judges. Listen. I say the Chamberlain is alright, but the Superintendent is no good.

Samurai:
Don't insult him!

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Take it easy. I haven't seen them. So I'm not cheated by their looks. The Chamberlain is ugly, isn't he? Right? But from your story I judge he's a great man. He doesn't mind being called a fool. Great! But the Superintendent... you mentioned his name with admiration. That means he looks attractive, right? But people aren't what they seem.

[He sits down on one of the straw mats]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Be careful.

Mutsuta's wife:
[Indicating Sanjuro] Who's that person?

Iori Izaka:
It's hard to explain, but he's on our side.

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
[before their final duel] Must we fight?

Hanbei Muroto:
Yes. You're treacherous. You made a fool of me.

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Don't get so mad. I couldn't help it.