| Calvin Candie |
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Gentlemen, you had my curiousity. But now, you have my attention. |
| Django Freeman |
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I like the way you die boy. |
| Calvin Candie |
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Coco, give me some sugar. |
| Calvin Candie |
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I'm curious...what makes you such a Mandingo expert? |
| Django Freeman |
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[turns to look at Candie] I'm curious what makes you so curious. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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How do you like the bounty hunting business? |
| Django Freeman |
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Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Come now, I'm simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction. |
| Slaver | [with rifle pointed at Schultz] Last chance fancy pants. | |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Oh, very well. [drops his lantern and shoots the slavers down] |
| Django Freeman |
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Hey there little troublemaker. |
| Broomhilda von Shaft |
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Hey there big troublemaker. |
| Stephen |
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I count six shots, nigger. |
| Django Freeman |
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[pulls out a second revolver] I count two guns, nigger. |
| Amerigo Vassepi | What's your name? | |
| Django Freeman |
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Django. |
| Amerigo Vassepi | Can you spell it? | |
| Django Freeman |
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D-j-a-n-g-o. The D is silent. |
| Amerigo Vassepi | I know. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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You're sure that's him? |
| Django Freeman |
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Yeah. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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You're positive? |
| Django Freeman |
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I don't know. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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You don't know if you're positive? |
| Django Freeman |
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I don't know what positive mean. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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It means you're sure. |
| Django Freeman |
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Yeah. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Tell me you're sure. |
| Django Freeman |
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I'm sure that's Roger Brittle. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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[snipes the third Brittle brother who crumples off his horse] |
| Django Freeman |
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...I'm positive he dead. |
| Django Freeman |
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Hey there little troublemaker. |
| Broomhilda von Shaft |
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[faints] |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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You silver-tounged devil, you. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Mr. Candie. Normally, I would say "auf wiedersehen". But since what "auf wiedersehen" actually means is "until I see you again", and since I never wish to see you again, to you, sir, I say: "good bye". |
| Calvin Candie |
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White cake? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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I don't go in for sweets, thank you. |
| Calvin Candie |
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Brewin' about me getting the best of ya, huh? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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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 |
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Come again? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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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 |
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You doubt he'd approve? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best. |
| Calvin Candie |
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[chuckles] Soft hearted Frenchy. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Alexander Dumas is black. |
| Django Freeman |
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[To Stephen] 76 years. How many niggers you think you've 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 nothin' but horseshit, but he was right about one thing: I am that one nigger in ten thousand. |
| Billy Crash |
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Ohh, now you are one lucky nigger. |
| Django Freeman |
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You better listen to your boss white boy. |
| Billy Crash |
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Oh, I'mma go walkin' in the moonlight with you. |
| Django Freeman |
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You wanna hold my hand? |
| Billy Crash |
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Django, you sunuvabitch! |
| Django Freeman |
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The D is silent, hillbilly! [shoots Billy] |
| Calvin Candie |
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In the South, it is a custom for the two parties to shake hands after completing a business deal. It implies good faith. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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I'm not from the South. [turns to leave] |
| Calvin Candie |
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But you ARE in my house, doctor...so I'm afraid I must insist. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Insist? On what? That I shake your hand? Well then I'm afraid I must insist in the opposite direction. |
| Calvin Candie |
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You know what I think you are? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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What you think I am? I have no idea. |
| Calvin Candie |
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I think you are a poor loser. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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And I think you are an abysmal winner. |
| Calvin Candie |
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Even after everything, all that paper-signin' don't mean shit if you don't shake my hand. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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If I don't shake your hand, you gonna throw away twelve thousand dollars? I don't think so. |
| Calvin Candie |
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Butch. If this nigger-loving German tries to leave here before shakin' my hand, you cut her ass down. |
| Butch | [trains his gun on Broomhilda] | |
| Dr. King Schultz |
|
...you REALLY want me to shake your hand? |
| Calvin Candie |
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[with a forced grin] I insist. |
| Dr. King Schultz |
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Oh, well if you INSIST...[walks up to Candie, extends his arm, revealing the Derringer hidden up his sleeve. He shoots Candie in the heart.] |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Stephen, when you get through showing them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi. Get her cleaned up and smellin' real nice and send her over to Dr. Schultz's room. |
| Stephen |
|
Actually, Monsieur Candie sir, there's something I ain't told you about yet. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
What? |
| Stephen |
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Uh, Hildi 'in the hot box. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Well what's she doin' there? |
| Stephen |
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What you think she doin' there, in the hot box? She been punished! |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Well what did she do? |
| Stephen |
|
She run off again. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Jesus Christ, Stephen! How many people run away while I was gone? |
| Stephen |
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Two. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Well when did she go? |
| Stephen |
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Last night. They brung her back this morning. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
How long she been in the box? |
| Stephen |
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How long you think she been in there? All damn day! And the little bitch got ten more days to be in there. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Take her out. |
| Stephen |
|
Take her out? Why? |
| Calvin Candie |
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Because I said so, that's why! Dr. Schultz is my guest. Hildi is my n****r. Southern hospitality dictates I make her available to him. |
| Stephen |
|
But Monsieur Candie, she run off. |
| Calvin Candie |
|
Christ, Stephen! What is the point of having a nigger that speaks German if you can't wheel 'em out when you have a German guest? Now I realize it is an inconvenience! Still, you take her ass out. |
| Stephen |
|
Yes sir. |
| Stephen |
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Ya'll done heard the man! Get her ass up outta there! Go! Get her over there and get her cleaned up and bring her back over here to, uh, Doctor - |
| Stephen |
|
What did you say your name was? Shoots? |
| Dr. King Schultz |
|
Schultz. |
| Stephen |
|
Schultz |
| Domestic | $162,706,837 |
| Foreign | +$257,220,912 |
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| Domestic | $162,706,837 |
| Foreign | +257,220,912 |