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Ace Speck: Move it! Dr King Schultz: My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing that weapon at me with lethal intention? Ace Speck: (cocks rifle) Last chance, fancy pants. Dr Schultz: Oh very well. (drops his latern and draws his revolver, shooting Ace and Dicky's horse in the head, the latter falling under the rider and crushing his leg) Dr Schultz: I'm sorry to put a bullet in your beast, but I didn't want you to do anything rash before you had a moment to come to your senses. Dicky Speck: You goddamn son of a bitch! You shot Roscoe! And you killed Ace! Dr Schultz: I only shot your brother once he threatened to shoot me, and I believe I have (counts slaves) one, two, three, four, five, six, seven witness who can attest to that fact. Dicky Speck: My leg's busted! Dr Schultz: (drily) No doubt.

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What kinda dentist are you? No. What's a bounty? You kill people? And they give you a reward? Bad people?

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Marshal Gill Tatum: You in the saloon! You got a hundred rifles aimed at every way outta that buildin'! You got one chance to get out of this alive! You and your nigger come out right now with your hands over your head and I mean right now! Dr. King Schultz: Is this the marshal I have the pleasure of addressing? Marshal: Yes it is. This is U.S. Marshal Gill Tatum. Schultz: Na wunderbar, Marshal! 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! [Marshal Tatum spits out some tobacco] 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! Marshal: You mean like you did our Sheriff? Shot 'em down like a dog in the street! 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? Marshal: Well... much as we'd a

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Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett, I must remind you Django is a free man. You cannot treat him like a slave. Now, within the bounds of good taste, he must be treated as an extension of myself. Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Understood, Schultz. Betina, sugar? Betina: Yes sir? Big Daddy: Django isn't a slave. Django is a free man. You can't treat him like any of the other niggers around here 'cause he ain't like any of the other niggers around here. You got it? Betina: You want I should treat him like white folks? [Schultz nods] 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. [thinks a moment, turning to one of the enslaved house servants] Ah, what's the name of that peckerwood boy from town that works with the glass? His momma worked over at the lumber yard. House Servant: Oh, you mean Jerry. Big Daddy: That's the boy's name. Jerry! Betina, you know Jerry. Don't you, sugar? Betina: Yes sir, Big Daddy. Big Daddy: Well

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Dr. King Schultz: [entering on horseback] Who were they? Django: He's the one hightailin' it across that field right now. Schultz: [aims his rifle] You sure that's him? Django: Yeah. Schultz: Positive? Django: I dunno. Schultz: You don't know if you're positive? Django: I dunno what positive means. Schultz: It means you're sure. Django: Yes. Schultz: Yes what? Django: Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle. [Schultz fires, knocking Ellis to the ground] I'm positive he dead.

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Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Now, unless they start shootin' first, nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple for these jokers. We're gonna whup that nigger lover to death. And I'm gonna personally strip and clip that garboon myself! [puts his bag on] Damn. I can't see fuckin' shit out of this thing! Bradshaw: Are we ready or what? Big Daddy: Ah hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes! [tears his bag] Oh shit. I just made it worse! Tennessee Redfish: Who made this goddamn shit?! O.B.: Willard's wife. Willard: Well make your own goddamn mask! Big Daddy: Look! Nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did. Redfish: Well if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this! O.B.: 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'm ridin' blind. Randy: [tearing his bag] Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra ba

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Django Freeman: How you know Brunhilde's first master's was German? Dr. King Schultz: Brunhilde is a German name. If they named her it stands to reason they'd be German. Django: Lots of gals where you from named Brunhilde? Schultz: Brunhilde is the name of a character in the most popular of all the German legends. Django: There's a story 'bout Brunhilde? Schultz: Yes there is. Django: Do you know it? Schultz: Oh, every German knows that story. Would you like me to tell you? [Django nods] Well, Brunhilde was a princess. She was the daughter of Wotan, god of all gods. Anyway her father is really mad at her. Django: What'd she do? Schultz: I can't exactly remember. She disobeys him in some way. So he puts her on top of a mountain. Django: Brunhilde's on a mountain? 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 Brunhilde shall r

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Amerigo Vessepi: What's your name? Django: Django. Vessepi: Can you spell it? Django: D-J-A-N-G-O... the D is silent. Vessepi: I know.

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Hoot: [To Django] The name of the game is "keep up", not "catch up", nigger. Django: Touch your guns, you die. Calvin Candie: Everybody calm down! I saw the whole thing, no harm done. One of Candie's men: Are you kiddin' me? This nigger-- Candie: I said "no harm done"! Now take your hand off your pistol! Candie: Butch, that means you too. Candie: Everybody stop antagonizing my guest. [Django holsters his pistol] Hoot! Get back up on your horse. Hoot: He broke my collarbone! Candie: For God sake, somebody please help Hoot here back up on his Goddamn horse. Billy Crash: Oh, you are one lucky nigger. Django: You better listen to your boss, white boy. Billy Crash: Oh, I'ma go walkin' in the moonlight with you. Django: You wanna hold my hand?

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Django: He's your nigger. Calvin Candie: Mr. Stonecipher! Let Marsha and her bitches send D'Artagnan to nigger heaven. Mr. Stonecipher: Marsha! Tear into him! (D'Artagnan screams as the dogs devour him alive.) Candie: Your boss looks a little green around the gills for a blood sport like nigger-fighting. Django: Nah. He just ain't used to seeing a man ripped apart by dogs is all. Candie: You are used to it? Django: I'm just a little more used to Americans than he is.

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Calvin Candie: White cake? Dr. King Schultz: I don't go in for sweets, thank you. Candie: You brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, huh? 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. Candie: Come again? Schultz: Alexander Dumas. He wrote The Three Musketeers. Candie: Yes of course, doctor. Schultz: 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? Candie: You doubt he'd approve, huh? Schultz: Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best. Candie: Soft-hearted Frenchy. Schultz: Alexander Dumas is black.

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Billy Crash: [To Django] So y'all bounty hunters, huh? I knew there was somethin' fishy 'bout y'all. We found your wanted posters and book of figures in your saddle bags. I gotta say, I ain't never hearda no black bounty hunter before. Black boy paid to kill white men, how'd ya like that kinda work? Probably pretty good while it lasted, huh? [holding a knife to Django's groin] Time to say goodbye to them nuts, blackie. On three. One. [Django screams in pain] I gotcha. Two. [Django yells a muffled "please!"] Calm down now, here it comes. Stephen: Captain? Miss Lara wanna see you. Somethin' to do with the old man's funeral. Oh, and she changed her mind 'bout snippin' Django. She gonna give 'em to the LeQuint Dickey people. Billy Crash: [annoyed] Well she didn't waste a minute tellin' me. How disappointing.

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Billy Crash: D-Jango, you black son of a bitch! Django: The D is silent, hillbilly. [shoots Crash in the head] Cora: Do what now? Django: I said, tell Ms. Lara goodbye? Cora: Bye, Ms. Lara! [Django shoots Lara, knocking her into the next room] Django: Y’all you two run along now. [Cora and Sheba flee from the mansion] Stephen, how you like my new duds? You know, before now I didn't know that burgundy was my color. Stephen: I count six shots, nigger. Django: I count two guns, nigger. You said in 76 years on this plantation, you seen all manner-a shit done to niggers. But I notice, you didn't mention kneecappin'. [shoots Stephen in his right knee] Stephen: Oh God! Motherfucker! Damn it! Django: Seventy-six years, Stephen. How many niggers you see come and go, huh? Seven thousand? Eight thousand? Nine thousand? Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninty nine? Every single word that came out of Calvin Candie's mouth was nothin' but horseshit. But he was right about one thing: I am that one nigg