Jamie Foxx credited as playing...
Django
- Dr. King Schultz: [aiming .45-70 rifle at fleeing Ellis Brittle] You sure that's him?
- 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?
- Django: Yes, I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
- [Schultz shoots Brittle off his horse]
- Django: I'm positive he dead.
- 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: [to Django] 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?
- [laughs]
- 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: [black house servant exiting the Big House] 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: [mortified] 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?
- Dr. King Schultz: Well, Brünnhilde was a princess. She was a daughter of Wotan, god of all gods. Anyways, Her father is really mad at her.
- 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, Brünnhilde 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?
- Dr. King Schultz: [Nods] Quite 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 Brünnhilde's worth it.
- Django: I know how he feel.
- Amerigo Vessepi: [Franco Nero played the original Django] 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.
- Django: [gentlemanly] 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!
- Django: [quickly shoots Miss Lara, who is comically blown away into another room] Y'all two run along now!
- [Cora and Sheeba frantically run out of the house]
- 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.
- [Django shoots Stephen in the kneecap]
- 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.
- [He shoots Stephen in the other kneecap]
- Stephen: Oh, you son of a bitch! Oh, you motherfucker! Oh, sweet Jesus, let me kill this nigger!
- Dr. King Schultz: [in disbelief] Let me get this straight: Your slave wife speaks German and her name is Broomhilda von Schaft?
- Django: Yep.
- 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.
- 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: [grins] Ah! Badder they are, bigger the reward.
- Billy Crash: [after Django attacks one of Candie's men, pulling him off his horse] 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?
- [Billy Crash laughs]
- 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: Let's just hope she works in the house, not in the field.
- Django: Oh, no, she ain't no field nigger. She... She pretty. And she talk good, too. But when they tore her back up and then they... burned that runaway "r" on her cheek... they goddamned her. She ain't no field nigger but she ain't good enough for the house no more either. They gonna try to make her a comfort girl.
- Dr. King Schultz: What's a comfort...? Oh.
- Django: [Django shoots Billy Crash in the arm; he falls to the floor injured and wailing] Billy Crash!
- [pause]
- Django: Now, where were we? Oh... that's right! Last time I saw you, you had your hands around my-
- [Django shoots Billy Crash in the genital area; he starts screaming]
- Billy Crash: D-Jango! You black son of a bitch!
- Django: [calmly] The "D" is silent, hillbilly!
- [Django shoots Billy Crash dead]
- 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!