Stephen: DJANGO! You uppity son of a b...
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Stephen: DJANGO! You uppity son of a b...
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
Dr. King Schultz: You silver tongued devil, you.
Calvin Candie: He is a rambunctious sort, ain't he?
Dr. King Schultz: Our mutual friend has a flair for the dramatic.
Calvin Candie: Come on over. We got us a fight going on that's a good bit of fun.
Calvin Candie: Everybody stop antagonizing my guest.
Dr. King Schultz: Do you know what they're going to call you? The "Fastest Gun in the South".
The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Employee: You're alright for a black fella!
Big John Brittle: And the Lord said "The fear of ye, and the dread of ye, shall be on every beast of the Earth."
Stephen: Hold your fire. Stop shooting, goddammit!
Betina: Dat house we just left from, is the Big House. Big Daddy call it dat cause it's big.
Dr. King Schultz: Can you convincingly masquerade as someone who's an expert on Mandingo fighting?
Django: You don't wear a hat in the house, white man. Even I know that.
Calvin Candie: Why do you want to get in the Mandingo business?
Django: We ain't payin' a penny for that pickaninny. We ain't got no use for 'em.
Calvin Candie: Darlin', you are a tonic for tired eyes.
Calvin Candie: Gentlemen, may I propose a toast? To Eskimo Joe!
The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Employee: What the *fuck* are you talkin' about?
Django: I like the way you die, boy.
Django: Hey, little troublemaker.
Dicky Speck: Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
Stephen: DJANGO! You uppity son of a b...
Dr. King Schultz: You silver tongued devil, you.
Calvin Candie: He is a rambunctious sort, ain't he?
Dr. King Schultz: Our mutual friend has a flair for the dramatic.
Django: Let's get out of here.
Dicky Speck: Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
Stephen: DJANGO! You uppity son of a b...
Calvin Candie: He is a rambunctious sort, ain't he?
Dr. King Schultz: How do you like the bounty hunting business? Django: Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
Calvin Candie: So, bright boy, Moguy tells me you looked over my African flesh and you was none too impressed, huh? Django: Not for top dollar. Calvin Candie: Well, then, we got nothing more to talk about. You see, you want to buy a beat ass nigger from me, those are the beat ass niggers I want to sell, so... Django: He don't wanna buy the niggers you wanna sell. He wants the nigger you don't wanna sell. Calvin Candie: Well, I don't sell the niggers I don't wanna sell. Dr. King Schultz: Well, you won't sell your best. You won't even sell your second best, but your third best? You don't wanna sell either, but if I made you an offer so ridiculous, you'd be forced to consider it? Dr. King Schultz: Who knows what could happen? Calvin Candie: And what do you consider "ridiculous?" Dr. King Schultz: For a truly talented specimen, the right nigger? How much would you say, Django? Django: ...12,000 dollars. Calvin Candie: Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, now you have my attention.
Calvin Candie: Hello. Stephen, my boy! Stephen: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hello, my ass. Who dis nigger up on dat nag? Calvin Candie: Aw, Stephen, you have nails for breakfast? What's the matter? Why you so ornery? You miss me? Huh? Stephen: Oh, yes, sir. I miss you like a hawg miss slop. Like a baby miss mammy titty! I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe! Now, I aks you, who dis nigger on dat nag? Django: Hey, Snowball. You wanna know my name or the name of my horse, you ask me. Stephen: Just who the hell you callin' 'Snowball,' hoss boy? I'll snatch yo black ass off dat nag down here in the mud so fast make yo head spin! Calvin Candie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stephen! Stephen! Let's keep it funny. Django here's a freeman. Stephen: Dis nigger here? Calvin Candie: That nigger there. Let me at least introduce the two of you. Django, this is a another cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen. Stephen, this here is Django. You two oughta hate each other. Stephen: Calvin, just who the hell is dis nigger you feel's the need to entertain? Calvin Candie: Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen. And you, you old, decrepit bastard, you are to show them every hospitality. You understand that? Stephen: Yes, sir. Him I understands, but I don't know why I got to take lip off dis nigger. Calvin Candie: You don't have to know why. Do you understand? Stephen: Yes, sir. I understand. Calvin Candie: Well, good. They're spending the night. Go open the guest bedrooms and get two ready. Stephen: He gawn stay in the Big House? Calvin Candie: Stephen. He's a slaver. It's different. Stephen: In the Big House? Calvin Candie: Well, you got a problem with that? Stephen: Aw, naw, naw. I ain't got no problem with it. If you ain't got no problem with burnin' the bed, the sheets, the pillowcase, and everything else when this black-ass motherfucker's gone! Calvin Candie: That is my problem! They are mine to burn! Now your problem right now is making a good impression! And I want you to start solving that problem right now and get them goddamn rooms ready! Stephen: Yes, sir, Monsieur Candie. Calvin Candie: Go on, now. Stephen: Cain't believe you brought a nigger to stay in the Big House. Yo daddy's rollin' over in his goddamn grave, right now. Brought a nigger to stay with us. What kinda shit is that? Calvin Candie: Man, the lip on him! Whoo! He's getting worse and worse. Now, WHERE IS MY BEAUTIFUL SISTER?
Big Daddy: Now unless they start shooting first, nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple for these jokers. We're gonna whoop that nigger lover to death! And I am personally gonna strip and clip that gaboon myself! Big Daddy: Damn! I can't see fuckin' shit outta this thing. Unnamed Baghead: We ready or what? Big Daddy: Naw, hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes. Big Daddy: Oh. Oh, shit. Big Daddy: Ah, I just made it worse. Unnamed Baghead: Who made this goddamn shit? Other Unnamed Baghead: Willard's wife. Willard: Well, make your own goddamn mask! Big Daddy: Look. Nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did. Unnamed Baghead: Well, if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this! Other Unnamed Baghead: What about you, Robert? Can you see? Robert: Not too good. I mean, if I don't move my head I can see you pretty good, more or less. But when I start ridin', the bag's movin' all over, and I - I'm ridin' blind. Bag Head #2: Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra bags? Unnamed Baghead: No! Nobody brought an extra bag!
Django: You said in seventy-six years on this plantation, you've seen all manner of shit done to niggers but I notice... you didn't mention kneecapping. Stephen: Oh, God-motherfucking-damn it! Django: Seventy-six years, Stephen. How many niggers you think you seen come and go? Seven thousand? Eight thousand? Nine thousand? Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine? Every single word that came out of Calvin Candie's mouth was nothing but horseshit, but he was right about one thing: I am that one nigger in ten thousand. Stephen: Oh, you son of a bitch! Oh, you motherfucker! Oh, sweet Jesus, let me kill this nigger!
Betina: What'cha do for your massa'? Django: Didn't you hear him tell ya, I ain't no slave? Betina: So, you really free? Django: Yeah, I is free. Betina: So, you wanna dress like that?
Calvin Candie: Your boss looks a little green around the gills. Django: He just ain't used to seein' a man ripped apart by dogs is all. Calvin Candie: But you are used to it? Django: I'm just a little more used to Americans than he is.
Dr. King Schultz: I wish to parley with you. Dicky Speck: Speak English. Dr. King Schultz: Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive me. it *is* a second language.
Django: What'a a bounty? Dr. King Schultz: It's like a reward. Django: You kill people? And they give you a reward? Dr. King Schultz: Certain people, yeah... Django: Bad people? Dr. King Schultz: Ah! Badder they are, bigger the reward.
Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, in Greenville, you yourself said that for the right nigger you'd be willing to pay what some may consider is a ridiculous amount. To which me myself said "What is your definition of ridiculous?" To which you said "$12,000." Now, considering y'all have ridden a whole lot of miles... Calvin Candie: ... went through a whole lot of trouble... Calvin Candie: ... and done spread a whole lot of bull to purchase this lovely lady right here, it would appear that Broomhilda is in fact the right nigger. And if y'all wanna leave Candyland with Broomhilda, the price... is $12,000. Dr. King Schultz: And I take it you prefer the take it or leave it style of negotiation? Calvin Candie: Yes, I do, Doctor. You see, under the laws of Chickasaw County, Broomhilda, here, is my property... and I can choose to do with MY PROPERTY... WHATEVER I SO DESIRE! Calvin Candie: And if y'all think my price for this nigger here is too steep, what I'm gonna desire to do is... Calvin Candie: TAKE THIS GODDAMNED HAMMER HERE, AND BEAT HER ASS TO DEATH WITH IT! RIGHT IN FRONT OF BOTH YA'LL! THEN WE CAN EXAMINE THE THREE DIMPLES INSIDE BROOMHILDA'S SKULL! NOW... WHAT'S IT GONNA BE DOC? HUH? WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE? Dr. King Schultz: May I lift my hands off the table in order to remove my billfold? Calvin Candie: YES, you may! Stephen: That twelve. Calvin Candie: SOLD... TO THE MAN WITH EXCEPTIONAL BEARD, AND HIS UNEXCEPTIONAL NIGGER!
Dr. King Schultz: Now, anything else about Mr. Candie that I should know about before I meet him? Leonide Moguy: Yes, he is a bit of a Francophile. Dr. King Schultz: Ha! What civilized people aren't? Leonide Moguy: And he prefers "Monsieur Candie" to "Mr. Candie". Dr. King Schultz: Si c'est cela qu'il préfère. Leonide Moguy: He doesn't speak French. Don't speak French to him; it'll embarrass him.
Dr. King Schultz: How long have you been associated with Mr. Candie? Leonide Moguy: Oh, Calvin's father and I were about eleven when we went to boarding school together. Calvin's father's father put me through law school. One could almost say I was raised to be Calvin's lawyer. Django: One could almost say youse a nigga. Leonide Moguy: What did you say? Django: I said... Dr. King Schultz: Nothing; he's just being cheeky.
Dr. King Schultz: Do most slaves believe in marriage? Django: Oh, me and wife did. Old Man Carrucan didn't. That's why we, uh, we run off. Old Man Carrucan: Django... Django... Django... You got sand, Django. Boy's got sand! I got no use for a nigger with sand. Old Man Carrucan: I want you to burn a runaway "R" right here on his cheek, and the girl, too. Old Man Carrucan: And I want you to take them to the Greenville auction and sell them. Both of them... separately. Old Man Carrucan: And this one... you will sell him cheap!
Stephen: In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore... Stephen: In the sweet... Django: By and by... Ohhhhhh! Django: Ya'll gonna be together with Calvin in the "bye-and-bye..." Django: ... just a bit sooner than ya'll was expecting!
Calvin Candie: I've heard tell about you. I heard you been telling everybody them mandingos ain't no damn good, ain't nothing nobody is selling is worth buying - I'm curious. What makes you such a mandingo expert? Django: I'm curious what makes you so curious.
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, Monsieur Candie, you can't imagine what it's like not to hear your mother tongue in four years. Calvin Candie: Well hell, I can't imagine two weeks in Boston! Stephen: "Two weeks in Boston!" Monsieur Candie, you a mess!
Stephen: You leaving. This here is what you take with you. Stephen: Your black ass is what all them motherfuckers at the Big House could talk about for the last few hours. Seem like white folk ain't never had a bright idea in they life was coming up with all kinds of ways to kill your ass. Now, mind you, most of them ideas had to do with fucking with your fun parts. Now, that may seem like a good idea, but the truth is, when you snip a nigga's nuts, most of them bleed out in, oh, about... seven minutes. Most of them. Stephen: Well, more than most. Then I says, "Shitfire! The niggas we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that!" And they say, "Let's whip him to death!", or "Throw him to the Mandingos. Feed him to Stonesipher's dogs." And I said, "What's so special about that? We do that shit all the time! Hell's bells, the niggas we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that!" Lo and behold, out of nowhere, Miss Laura come up with the bright idea of giving your ass to the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company! Stephen: And as a slave of the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company, henceforth until the day you die, all day, every day, you will be swingin' a sledgehammer, turnin' big rocks into little rocks. Now, when you get there, they gonna take away your name, give you a number and a sledgehammer, and say, "Get to work!" One word of sass, they cut out your tongue. And they good at it, too. You won't bleed out. Oh, they does that real good! They gonna work ya all day, every day 'till your back give out. Then, they're gonna hit you in the head with a hammer, throw your ass down the nigger hole. Stephen: And THAT will be the story of you, Django!
Big Daddy: Uh, Betina? Betina: Yessir, Big Daddy? Big Daddy: Uh... Big Daddy: What's your Jimmie's name again? Dr. King Schultz: Django. Big Daddy: Django! Big Daddy: Betina, sugar, could you take Django there and take him around the grounds here and show him all the pretty stuff? Betina: As you please, Big Daddy! Dr. King Schultz: Oh, Mr. Bennett, I must remind you, Django is a free man. He cannot be treated like a slave. He... within the boundaries of good taste, he must be treated as an extension of myself. Big Daddy: Understood. Betina, sugar? Betina: Yes'um? Big Daddy: Django isn't a slave. Django is a free man. You understand? Big Daddy: You can't treat him like any of the other niggers around here, 'cause he ain't like any of the other nigger around here. Ya got it? Betina: You want I should treat him like white folks? Big Daddy: No, that's not what I said! Betina: Then I don't know what you want, Big Daddy! Big Daddy: Yes, I can see that. Big Daddy: Uh, what's the name of that peckerwood boy from town that works with the glass? His momma work at the lumberyard... Big Daddy's Mammy: Oh, you mean Jerry? Big Daddy: That's the boy's name, Jerry! Big Daddy: You know Jerry, don't ya, sugar? Betina: Yes'um, Big Daddy. Big Daddy: Well, that's it then! You just treat him like you would Jerry!
Big Daddy: It's against the law for niggers to ride horses in this territory. Dr. King Schultz: This is my valet. My valet does not walk. Big Daddy: I said, niggers on horses... Dr. King Schultz: His name is Django. He's a free man. He can ride what he pleases! Big Daddy: Not on my property. Not around my niggers he can't! Dr. King Schultz: My good sir, perhaps we got off on the wrong boot. Allow me to unring this bell! My name is Dr. King Schultz, this is my valet, Django, and these are our horses, Tony and Fritz. Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett, I've been lead to believe you're a gentleman and a business man. And it is in these attributes we've ridden from Texas to Tennessee to parlay with you now. I wish to purchase one of your nigger gals! Big Daddy: You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to Tennessee, to buy one of my nigger gals, no appointment, no nothin'? Dr. King Schultz: Well, I'm afraid so! Big Daddy: Well what if I say, I don't like you, or your fancy pants nigger, and I wouldn't sell you a tinkers damn! Now, what'cha got to say about that? Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett! If you are the business man I've been led to believe you to be, I have five thousand things I might say that could change your mind. Big Daddy: Well, c'mon inside and get yourself somethin' cool to drank!
Django: Hey, white boy! Django: I said, "hey, white boy!" The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Employee: Shut up, black! You ain't got nothing to say I wanna hear! Django: How would you like to make $11,000?
Calvin Candie: Come on over. We got us a fight going on that's a good bit of fun.
