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Quotes from Django Unchained

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    • Dr. King Schultz: How do you like the bounty hunting business?
    • Django: Kill white people and get paid for it? What's not to like?
    • [about Django]
    • Calvin Candie: He is a rambunctious sort, ain't he?
    • [to Big John Brittle]
    • Django: I like the way you die, boy.
    • [to Schultz]
    • Calvin Candie: Come on over. We got us a fight going on that's a good bit of fun.
    • Stephen: You said you ain't know him.
    • Broomhilda: You scaring me.
    • Stephen: Why is I'm scarin' you?
    • Broomhilda: Because you're scary.
    • Broomhilda: Huh?
    • Stephen: I said, "You said you ain't know him."
    • Broomhilda: I don't.
    • Stephen: Yes, you do.
    • Broomhilda: Mister Stephen, I don't.
    • Stephen: Why is you lying to me?
    • [on the verge of tears]
    • Broomhilda: I ain't.
    • Stephen: Then why is you cryin'?
    • [bursts into a room of runaway slave catchers, guns drawn]
    • Django: D'Artagnan, motherfuckers!
    • 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 are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?
    • [gentlemanly]
    • Django: Cora, before you go, will you tell Miss Lara "goodbye"?
    • Cora: Do what now?
    • Django: I said, "tell Miss Lara goodbye!"
    • Cora: Bye, Miss Lara!
    • [quickly shoots Miss Lara, who is comically blown away into another room]
    • Django: Y'all two run along now!
    • [Cora and Sheeba frantically run out of the house]
    • Calvin Candie: White cake?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas is black.
    • Dr. King Schultz: I don't go in for sweets, thank you.
    • Calvin Candie: Are you brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, huh?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Actually, I was thinking of that poor devil you fed to the dogs today, D'Artagnan. And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this.
    • Calvin Candie: Come again?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas. He wrote "The Three Musketeers." I figured you must be an admirer. You named your slave after his novel's lead character. If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I wonder what he would have made of it?
    • Calvin Candie: You doubt he'd approve?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.
    • Calvin Candie: Soft hearted Frenchy?
    • [toasting their business transaction]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Prost!
    • [toasting in kind]
    • Calvin Candie: ... German.
    • [as Dr. Schultz questions Django]
    • Ace Speck: Hey! Stop talking to him like that.
    • Dr. King Schultz: My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing your weapon at me with lethal intention?
    • [cocks shotgun]
    • Ace Speck: Last chance, fancy pants.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Oh well, very well.
    • [pulls out pistol and shoots Ace and Dicky's horse]
    • [looks to Ace]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Like what?
    • Ace Speck: Like that.
    • Dr. King Schultz: My dear sir, I am simply trying to ascertain...
    • Ace Speck: Speak English, goddamn it.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Everybody calm down. I'm simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction.
    • Ace Speck: I don't care. No sale. Now off with you.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Oh don't be ridiculous. Of course they're for sale.
    • [points shotgun at Schultz]
    • Ace Speck: Move it.
    • 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: Our mutual friend has a flair for the dramatic.
    • [first lines]
    • [cocks rifle]
    • Dicky Speck: Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
    • [repeated line]
    • Django: Hey, little troublemaker.
    • Stephen: DJANGO! You uppity son of a b...
    • [Plantation blows up]
    • Calvin Candie: Everybody stop antagonizing my guest.
    • Dr. King Schultz: You silver tongued devil, you.
    • [last lines]
    • Django: Let's get out of here.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Auf Wiedersehen. Bullseye.
    • Stephen: Hold your fire. Stop shooting, goddammit!
    • [preparing to whip Little Jody]
    • Big John Brittle: And the Lord said "The fear of ye, and the dread of ye, shall be on every beast of the Earth."
    • 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.
    • [in disbelief]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Let me get this straight: Your slave wife speaks German and her name is Broomhilda von Schaft?
    • Django: Yep.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Anything else about Mr. Candie I should know about before I meet him?
    • Leonide Moguy: Yes, he is a bit of a francophile. Well, what civilized people aren't? And he prefers "Monsieur Candie" to "Mr. Candie".
    • Dr. King Schultz: Si c'est cela qu'il préfère.
    • [Whatever he prefers]
    • Leonide Moguy: He doesn't speak French. Don't speak French to him, it'll embarrass him.
    • [the library doors open revealing Calvin Candie, Stephen is sifting his brandy]
    • Calvin Candie: What is the matter?
    • [swirling his brandy glass, looks up]
    • Stephen: Them motherfuckers ain't here to buy no mandingos. They's here for that girl.
    • [after Calvin Candie brings a box into his dining room and takes a human skull out of it]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Who is your little friend?
    • Calvin Candie: This is Ben. He's a old Joe that lived around here for a long time. And I do mean a long damn time. Old Ben here took care of my daddy and my daddy's daddy, till he up and keeled over one day. Old Ben took care of me. Growing up the son of a huge plantation owner in Mississippi puts a white man in contact with a whole lot of black faces. I spent my whole life here right here in Candyland, surrounded by black faces. And seeing them every day, day in day out, I only had one question. Why don't they kill us? Now right out there on that porch three times a week for fifty years, old Ben here would shave my daddy with a straight razor. Now if I was old Ben, I would have cut my daddy's goddamn throat, and it wouldn't have taken me no fifty years to do it neither. But he never did. Why not? You see, the science of phrenology is crucial to understanding the separation about two species. In the skull of the African here, the area associated with submissiveness is larger than any human or other sub-human species on planet Earth. If you examine this piece of skull here, you'll notice three distinct dimples. Here, here and here. Now if I was holding a skull of a... of an Isaac Newton or Galileo, these three dimples would be in the area of the skull most associated with creativity. But this is the skull of old Ben, and in the skull of old Ben unburdened by genius, these three dimples exist in the area of the skull most associated with servility.
    • [Turns to Django]
    • Calvin Candie: Now bright boy, I will admit you are pretty clever. But if I took this hammer here and I bashed it in your skull, you would have the same three dimples in the same place as old Ben.
    • [aiming .45-70 rifle at fleeing Ellis Brittle]
    • Dr. King Schultz: You sure that's him?
    • Django: Yes, I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
    • [Schultz shoots Brittle off his horse]
    • Django: I'm positive he dead.
    • Django: Yeah.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Positive?
    • Django: I don't know.
    • Dr. King Schultz: You don't know if you're positive?
    • Django: I don't know what 'positive' means.
    • Dr. King Schultz: It means you're sure.
    • Django: Yes.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Yes, what?
    • Dr. King Schultz: My name is Dr. King Schultz, and like yourself, Marshall, I am a servant of the court. The man lying dead in the dirt, who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit to elect as their sheriff, who went by the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck, with a price on his head of 200 dollars. Now, that's 200 dollars, dead or alive.
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: The hell you say!
    • Dr. King Schultz: I'm aware this is probably disconcerting news. But I'm willing to wager this man was elected sheriff sometime in the last two years. I know this because three years ago, he was rustling cattle from the B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock, Texas. Now, this is a warrant, made out by circuit court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin Texas. You're encouraged to wire him. He'll back up who I am, and who your dear departed sheriff was. In other words Marshall... you owe me 200 dollars.
    • Django: I'll be damned!
    • Django: It's me, baby...
    • 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.
    • Calvin Candie: How long was he lose?
    • Mr. Stonesipher: About, a day. Just the other night.
    • Calvin Candie: How far he get off of the property?
    • Mr. Stonesipher: About twenty miles off the prop. Pretty far considering that limp he's got though.
    • Calvin Candie: M-hmm.
    • [Turns to the four remaining slaves]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Now, as to you poor devils. So as I see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One: once I'm gone, you could lift that beast off the remaining Speck, then carry him to the nearest town; which would be at least 37 miles back the way you came. Or two: you could unshackle yourselves, take that rifle, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and then make your way to a more enlightened area of this country. The choice is yours.
    • [We hear the rifle cocking]
    • Dicky Speck: No... wait!
    • [the slaves shoot and kill Dicky Speck]
    • [Starts to ride off but stops to talk to the slaves again]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Oh! And on the off chance there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. Tata!
    • [Dr. Shultz rides away with his horse and wagon; Django follows him on horseback but keeps watch of what the four other slaves d]
    • [the slaves watch both Shultz and Django walk away and all turn to Dicky Speck, who is lying on the ground wounded]
    • Dicky Speck: Now, wait a minute, fellas! Let's talk about this!
    • [the black men start approaching him aggressively. One of the men drops the lantern; the slaves each take off their blankets and]
    • Dicky Speck: You gotta be reasonable in a situation like this!
    • [the slaves continue walking towards him, not saying a word. The man on the far right holds a rifle. Django watches and observes]
    • Dicky Speck: I'm not a bad guy, I'm just doing my job! Blueberry, didn't I give you my last apple? Tell you what, boys, take me to the doc in El Paso, and I'll get you your freedom.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Well, Broomhilda was a princess. She was a daughter of Wotan, god of all gods. Anyways, Her father is really mad at her.
    • Django: I know how he feel.
    • Django: What she do?
    • Dr. King Schultz: I can't exactly remember. She disobeys him in some way. So he puts her on top of the mountain.
    • Django: Broomhilda's on a mountain?
    • Dr. King Schultz: It's a German legend, there's always going to be a mountain in there somewhere. And he puts a fire-breathing dragon there to guard the mountain. And he surrounds her in a circle of hellfire. And there, Broomhilda shall remain. Unless a hero arises brave enough to save her.
    • Django: Does a fella arise?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Yes, Django, as a matter of fact, he does. A fella named Siegfried.
    • Django: Does Siegfried save her?
    • [Nods]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Quiet spectacularly so. He scales the mountain, because he's not afraid of it. He slays the dragon, because he's not afraid of him. And he walks through hellfire... because Broomhilda's worth it.
    • 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?
    • [while whipping Roger Brittle]
    • Django: Keep it funny!
    • [Big Daddy approaches with a mob of other people to confront Schultz and Django after they killed the Brittle brothers]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Everybody calm down, we mean no one else any harm!
    • Big Daddy: Who are you two jokers?
    • Dr. King Schultz: I am Dr. King Schultz, a legal representative of the criminal justice system of the United States of America. The man to my left is Django Freeman, he's my deputy. In my pocket is a warrant signed by circuit court judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin, Texas, for the arrest and capture, dead or alive, of John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, and Roger Brittle...
    • Django: They were going by the name of "Shaffer."
    • Dr. King Schultz: You know them by the name "Shaffer," but the butchers real names were Brittle. These are wanted men; the law wants them for murder. I reiterate, this warrant states "dead or alive." When Django and myself executed these men on sight, we were operating within our legal boundaries. Now, I realize passions are high, but I must warn you, the penalty for taking deadly force against a officer of the court in the performance of his duty is, you will be hung by the neck until you are dead.
    • [pause]
    • Dr. King Schultz: May I please remove the warrant from my pocket so you may examine it?
    • [Resting his rifle on his shoulder]
    • Big Daddy: Gimme.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Satisfied? May I have that back?
    • Big Daddy: Get off my land!
    • 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!
    • [laughs out loud]
    • Stephen: "Two weeks in Boston!" Monsieur Candie, you a mess!
    • [after selling Broomhilda to Django and Schultz]
    • Calvin Candie: Mr. Moguy!
    • Leonide Moguy: Yes, Calvin?
    • Calvin Candie: You make this gentlemen a receipt for $12,000, please.
    • [Candie stands up and casually examines his cut hand]
    • Calvin Candie: It was a pleasure doing business with y'all.
    • [pause]
    • Calvin Candie: Now gentlemen, if you care to join me in the parlor, we will be serving white cake...
    • [singing]
    • 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...
    • [continues signing]
    • Stephen: In the sweet...
    • [Django appears and starts singing]
    • Django: By and by... Ohhhhhh!
    • [Stephen, Miss Lara and everybody else in the room jerks up to Django, who is standing on the top balcony lighting candles]
    • Django: Ya'll gonna be together with Calvin in the "bye-and-bye..."
    • [Django pauses as Billy Crash walks up]
    • Django: ... just a bit sooner than ya'll was expecting!
    • Django: Hey, white boy!
    • [pause]
    • 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?
    • [to Django]
    • The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Employee: You're alright for a black fella!
    • [Franco Nero played the original Django]
    • Amerigo Vessepi: What's your name?
    • Django: Django.
    • Amerigo Vessepi: Can you spell it?
    • Django: D-J-A-N-G-O. The D is silent.
    • Amerigo Vessepi: I know.
    • [as Schultz prepares to pour the beer]
    • Django: What kind of dentist are you?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Well, the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses.
    • [Schultz clinks his beer glass to Django's]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Prost!
    • [pause]
    • Dr. King Schultz: The state places a bounty on a man's head. I track that man, I find that man, I kill that man.
    • [pause]
    • Dr. King Schultz: After I've killed him, I transport that man's corpse back to the authorities. Sometimes that's easier said than done. I show that corpse to the authorities, proving yes, indeed, I truly have killed him, at which point the authorities pay me the bounty. So, like slavery, it's a flesh for cash business.
    • [smiles]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Ha!
    • [Schultz fills the beer glasses from the tap]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Despite that cart, I haven't practiced dentistry in five years. But these days, I practice a new profession...
    • [Schultz grabs the glasses filled with beer and gives a drink to Django]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Bounty hunter.
    • [Schultz sits down with his own glass]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Do you know what a bounty hunter is?
    • Django: No.
    • Django: You kill people? And they give you a reward?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Certain people, yeah...
    • Django: Bad people?
    • [grins]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Ah! Badder they are, the bigger the reward.
    • Dr. King Schultz: On one hand, I despise slavery. On the other hand, I need your help. If you're not in a position to refuse, all the better. So, for the time being, I'm gonna make this slavery malarkey work to my benefit. Still, having said that, I feel guilty...
    • [Django leans in on Schultz]
    • Django: Oh, I know what they look like, all right.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Good. So here's my agreement: You travel with me until we find them...
    • [Django smiles]
    • Django: Where we goin'?
    • Dr. King Schultz: I hear at least two of them are overseeing up in Gatlinburg, but I don't know where. That means we visit every plantation in Gatlinburg till we find 'em. And when we find them, you point them out, and I kill them.
    • [Django smirks and nods]
    • Dr. King Schultz: You do that, I agree to give you your freedom; $25 per Brittle brother.
    • [pause]
    • Dr. King Schultz: So, I would like the two of us to enter into an agreement.
    • [Schultz leans in on Django]
    • Dr. King Schultz: I'm looking for the Brittle brothers.
    • [Django stares at him]
    • Dr. King Schultz: However, at this endeavor, I'm at a slight disadvantage insofar as I don't know what they look like.
    • [pause]
    • Dr. King Schultz: But you do. Don't ya?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Bonsoir ma petite femme noir.
    • Calvin Candie: You enjoy that, boy - you've earned it.
    • Big Fred: Yes, sir.
    • [Django is hesitating to kill Smitty Bacall]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Now, read it out loud. Consider that today's lesson.
    • [stumbles while reading]
    • Django: "Wanted... dead or alive. Smitty Bacall and the Smitty Bacall G..."
    • Dr. King Schultz: Gang.
    • Django: "Gang. For murder and... s-stagecoach ro... robbery. Seven zero-zero-zero..."
    • Dr. King Schultz: Seven thousand.
    • Django: Seven...?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Thousand.
    • Django: "Seven thousand... dollars for Smitty Bacall, one thousand, and five hundred dollars for each of his... gang m..."
    • Dr. King Schultz: Mem...?
    • Django: "Members. Known members of the Smitty Bacall Gang are as follas..."
    • [teasing]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Ooh. What happened to Mister "I Wanna Shoot White Folks For Money"?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Follows.
    • Django: "Follows. Dandy Michaels, Gerald Nash and..."
    • [finishes for him]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Crazy Craig Koons.
    • [points to the portrait on the poster]
    • Dr. King Schultz: *That* is who Smitty Bacall is. If Smitty Bacall wanted to start a farm at 22, they would never have printed that.
    • [takes back the handbill]
    • Dr. King Schultz: But Smitty Bacall wanted to rob stagecoaches, and he didn't mind killing people to do it. Do you want to save your wife by doing what I do? This is what I do. I kill people and sell their corpses for cash. This corpse is worth seven thousand dollars. Now, quit your pussyfooting and shoot him.
    • [Django shoots Smitty. His son laughs, thinking it a joke]
    • Smitty's Son: Pa? Pa!
    • [runs to his father's body]
    • Django: His son's with him.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Here. You need to keep this Smitty Bacall handbill.
    • Django: Why?
    • Dr. King Schultz: It's good luck. You always keep the handbill of your first bounty.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Well, good. He'll have a loved one with him. Maybe even share a last word. That's better than most of them get. Damn sight better than he deserves.
    • [Django still hesitates]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Put down the rifle.
    • [Django cocks back the safety and puts the rifle down]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. Let's take out Smitty Bacall's handbill.
    • [hands it to Django]
    • [after Django has shot through a bottle]
    • Dr. King Schultz: *That's* accurate.
    • [in a flashback, when Django is doing target practice]
    • Dr. King Schultz: Do you know what they're going to call you? The "Fastest Gun in the South".
    • [after destroying the Candie plantation, approaches Broomhilda]
    • Django: Hey, little troublemaker.
    • Broomhilda: Hey, big troublemaker.
    • Calvin Candie: You do not have anything to drink. Can I get you a tasty refreshment?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Yes! I'll have a beer.
    • Calvin Candie: Wunderbar.
    • [repeated line]
    • Dr. King Schultz: You poor devils.
    • [the Marshall has arrived to confront Dr Schultz]
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: This is U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Yes indeed we are. Marshall Tatum, may I address you and your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just occurred?
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Go on...
    • Dr. King Schultz: My name is Dr. King Schultz, and like yourself, marshall, I am a servant of the court. The man lying dead in the dirt, who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit to elect as their sheriff, who went by the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck, with a price on his head of two hundred dollars. Now, that's two hundred dollars, dead or alive.
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: The hell you say!
    • Dr. King Schultz: I'm aware this is probably disconcerting news, but I'm willing to wager this man was elected sheriff sometime in the last two years? I know this because three years ago, he was rustling cattle from the B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock, Texas. Now this is a warrant, made out by circuit court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin, Texas. You're encouraged to wire him. He'll back up who I am, and who your dear departed sheriff was.
    • [He and Django lower their arms]
    • Dr. King Schultz: In other words Marshall, you owe me two hundred dollars.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Wunderbar, Marshall! I have relieved myself of all weapons, and just as you have instructed, I am ready to step outside, with my hands raised above my head. I trust, as a representative of the criminal justice system of The United States of America, I shan't be shot down in the street, by either you or your deputies, before I've had my day in court.
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: You mean like you did our sheriff?
    • Dr. King Schultz: Yes, that's exactly what I mean! Do I have your word as a lawman, not to shoot me down like a dog in the street?
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Well, as much as we'd all enjoy seein' somethin' like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town.
    • Dr. King Schultz: Fair enough Marshall, here we come!
    • [to Django]
    • Dr. King Schultz: They're a little tense out there. So don't make any quick movements, and let me do the talking.
    • U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Come ahead. You unarmed?

Spoilers

    • [to Django after shooting Calvin]
    • Dr. King Schultz: I'm sorry...
    • [pause]
    • Dr. King Schultz: I couldn't resist.
    • [Butch raises his gun and shoots at Schultz]
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