"Sayuri"... A name as sweet as she is! I'm afraid these days even a common chambermaid can call herself a geisha. So, it's nice to see such a sincere young maiko, isn't it?
General : Why yes!
There is so much I would like to say to Hatsumomo.
Sometimes, the smartest remark is silence.
What better advice to follow than your own?
Sayuri...
Ah, a maiko. I was one myself, once.
Of course... But it's been such a very long, long...long, long...time. [Everyone laughs]
Why can't you be quiet?
Don't say it!
Mameha: Don't tease, Baron. It is her very first time.
Mameha: Now that your beloved Granny is gone, you have no need for a maid.
Don't exaggerate! You have never even found a danna. You chose that no-good Koichi. Sneaking through your window at all hours of the night. Not like a geisha, like a common prostitute.
Where did you come by such surprising eyes?
A pity, she still stinks of fish.
A story like mine should never be told. For my world is as forbidden as it is fragile; without its mysteries it cannot survive.
A year without news, except news of death. Rumors of cities evaporating into clouds of smoke. And then another year, and another. Nothing. Rice...work...rice...work. Nothing.
At least you don't smell as bad as your sister. You know, she was here.
At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss", carved into the stone. It has three words...but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read "Loss"... Only feel it.
Auntie: She isn't in it for the money, that much is for certain. Rumor has it, ever since the prime minister bought her mizuage, she's been rich!
Mother: That so? Absurd to think she noticed Chiyo!
Hatsumomo: It's that kimono. She remembers how you destroyed it. Now, she wants to get even.
Mother: An odd picture, isn't it? Hatsumomo sweeping to teahouse after teahouse with our little Pumpkin, and Mameha with our maid!
Besides, who wants a plum when someone has already had a bite?
