Django Unchained Quotes

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[referring to Django]
Calvin Candie: Doc, I am a seasoned slaver. You are, well, you are a neophyte. I’m simply tryin’ to ascertain if this cowboy here is takin’ advantage of you.
Dr. King Schultz: With all due respect, Monsieur Candie, I didn’t seek you out for your advice. I sought you out to purchase a fighting nigger at above top-dollar market price. Now I was under the impression, when you granted me an audience, it would be to discuss business.
Calvin Candie: Well, we weren’t talkin’ business yet. We were discussin’ my curiosity.
[the bartender, Roscoe, gives Schultz his drink]
Calvin Candie: Roscoe, Coco, go outside and play. Sheba, you stay right there.
Sheba: I know you didn’t mean me.
[Schultz raises his glass of beer]
Dr. King Schultz: Prost!
[Candie raises his drink]
Calvin Candie: German.


 

Calvin Candie: Now, according to Moguy, if I do business with you, I’m doing business with both y’all. He does the eyeballin’, you the billfold? Is that it?
Dr. King Schultz: Well, you don’t make it sound too flattering, but more or less, yeah.
[Candie turns to Django]
Calvin Candie: Hm. So, Bright Boy, Moguy tells me you looked over my African flesh and you was none too impressed, huh?
Django: Not for top dollar.
[Candie walks over to Django]
Calvin Candie: Well, then, we got nothin’ more to talk about. You see, you wanna buy a beat-ass nigger from me, those are the beat-ass niggers I wanna 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 want to sell him either? But if I made you an offer so ridiculous you’d be forced to consider it, who knows what could happen?
Calvin Candie: And what do you consider ridiculous?
Dr. King Schultz: For a truly talented specimen, the right nigger?
[looking at Django]
Dr. King Schultz: How much would you say, Django?
Django: Twelve thousand dollars.
Calvin Candie: Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.


 

[the next day a whole procession make their way to Candyland, including Candie in his carriage with Schultz and Django riding on their horses behind them, Schultz and Django ride up towards Candie’s carriage]
Calvin Candie: Willie. Willie. Hold up! Hold up.
Dr. King Schultz: Ah! Good morning, gentlemen.
Calvin Candie: Good Dr. Schultz. Beautiful morning, isn’t it?
Dr. King Schultz: You couldn’t have picked a better one.
Calvin Candie: Please, won’t you take a ride with us here in the Victoria.
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, thank you very much.
Calvin Candie: You can tie your horse up back there.
[Schultz gets off his horse and goes to tie him up, Candie looks over at Django who’s feeding some grass to his horse]
Calvin Candie: Django.
[Django tips his hat to acknowledge Candie; the scene then cuts to the previous evening, when they were all having dinner at The Cleopatra Club]
Calvin Candie: Where I part company from many of my phrenologist colleagues is I believe there is a level above bright, above talented, above loyal that a nigger can aspire to. Say, one nigger that just pops up in ten thousand, the exceptional nigger.
[back to the procession to Candyland, Candie looks over to Django as Schultz is busy tying his horse up]
Calvin Candie: Bright day, huh, Bright Boy?
Django: Sun is up.
Calvin Candie: Shinin’ on all of us.
[to Schultz]
Calvin Candie: Have a seat, doc.
[Schultz takes a seat on Candie’s carriage]
Dr. King Schultz: Thank you. Quite an honor.
Calvin Candie: The honor is all ours.
Dr. King Schultz: Thank you.


 

[cut back to the previous evening as they continue having dinner at The Cleopatra Club]
Calvin Candie: But I do believe that given time, exceptional niggers, like Bright Boy here, become if not frequent, more frequent.
[looking at Django]
Calvin Candie: Bright Boy, you are that one in ten thousand.
[scene goes to the next day, to the procession to Candyland, one of the overseers approaches Django]
Hoot Peters: The name of the game is keep up, not catch up, nigger.
[the other overseers laugh, Django walks up slowly towards Hoot, who’s sat on his horse, suddenly Django gets a hold of Hoot’s leg and pulls him down along with his horse, and they fall flat onto the ground, the other overseers point their guns at Django and Django immediately draws his gun on them]
Django: Touch your guns, you die.
Calvin Candie: Everybody, calm down! Now I saw the whole thing. No harm done.
Billy Crash: Are you…are you kidding me? This nigger just…
Calvin Candie: I said no harm done! Now take your hand off your pistol! Butch, that means you too. Everybody stop antagonizing my guest. Hoot! Get back up on your horse.
[Hoot is still lying on the ground]
Hoot Peters: He broke my collarbone!
Calvin Candie: For God’s sake, somebody please help Hoot here back up on his goddamn horse.
[to Django]
Billy Crash: Oh, now you are one lucky nigger.
Django: You better listen to your boss, white boy.
Billy Crash: Oh, I’m gonna go walkin’ in the moonlight with you.
Django: You wanna hold my hand?
[Billy laughs and starts riding away]
Calvin Candie: Willie, take us home.
[the procession starts making their way towards Candyland again]


 

[as they continue to make their way to Candyland, Django feels one of Candie’s slaves looking at him as he rides his horse]
Django: You got a problem with your eyeball, boy?
Rodney: No, sir.
Django: You want a boot heel in it?
Rodney: No, sir.
Django: Then you keep your goddamn eyeballs off me. You flash that bad look at me again, I’ll give you a reason not to like me. Now move, nigger!
[Django rides his horse down the line of slaves]
Django: You niggers are gonna understand something about me, I’m worse than any of these white men here. You get the molasses out your ass, you keep your goddamn eyeballs off me.
[Candie watches Django from his carriage]
Calvin Candie: He is a rambunctious sort, ain’t he?
Dr. King Schultz: Indeed.
[there’s a moment’s pause as Candie turns to looks over at Django again]
Dr. King Schultz: May we stop for a moment so I may put a word in my man’s ear? You know, I’m expecting to fall in love once I see the specimens at Candyland, so before that moment, it would be good if I could have a confidential strategy meeting with my confidant.


 

[after Candie grants Schultz a moment to talk quietly to Django]
Django: You mind telling me what the hell you doin’?
Dr. King Schultz: I confirmed that Broomhilda’s at Candyland.
Django: You’re sure it’s her?
Dr. King Schultz: He didn’t call her by name, but she’s a young lady, whip marks on her back and speaks German. Now, while it’s not wise to assume, in this instance, I think it’s pretty safe. Point being, don’t get so carried away with your retribution, you lose sight of why we’re here.
Django: You think I lost sight of that?
Dr. King Schultz: Yes, I do. Stop antagonizing Candie. You’re going to blow this whole charade, or more than likely get us both killed. And I, for one, don’t intend to die in Chickasaw County, Mississippi, USA.
Django: I’m not antagonizing him, I’m intriguing him.
Dr. King Schultz: You’re yelling abuse at these poor slaves.
Django: I recall the man who had me kill another man in front of his son and he didn’t bat an eye. You remember that?
Dr. King Schultz: Yeah, of course I remember.
Django: What you said was that this is my world, and in my world you gotta get dirty. So that’s what I’m doin’, I’m gettin’ dirty.
[Schultz stares at Django for a moment]
Dr. King Schultz: Well, you’re paraphrasing a tad, but that was the general gist. See you at Candyland.
[Schultz turns and walks off towards Candie’s carriage, Django gets back on his horse and rides back up the line of slaves]
Django: Alright, niggers, back at it.
[to Billy as Django passes by him]
Django: That means you too, Moonlight.


 

[Candie’s carriage and entourage stop near the Candyland Plantation as they see a runaway slave that has been chased up a tree by four dogs, who are all barking at the slave]
Calvin Candie: I’ll be. D’Artagnan! Now, boy, why do a fool thing like run off?
D’Artagnan: I can’t fight no more, Monsieur Candie.
Calvin Candie: Yes, you can. You might not be able to win, but your ass can fight.
getting frustrated by the dogs, Candie rises from his carriage
Mr. Stonesipher, would you please shut these goddamn dogs up? I cannot hear myself think!
[to the dog]
Mr. Stonesipher: Quiet down, Marsha! Marsha, hush up! Marsha! Hush up!
[to the other trackers]
Mr. Stonesipher: Hey! Get these goddamn dogs away from this nigger!
[one of the trackers takes the dogs to one side away from D’Artagnan]
Calvin Candie: Come on now, boy. Get on out that tree.
D’Artagnan: Yes, sir.
[D’Artagnan comes down from the tree, Candie steps out of his carriage and walks towards Stonesipher]
Calvin Candie: How long was he loose?
Mr. Stonesipher: A night. Day. Half the other night.
Calvin Candie: How far he get off the property?
Mr. Stonesipher: ‘Bout 20 miles off the prop. Pretty far considering that limp he got.
Calvin Candie: Hm. Mr. Moguy, who was uh…D’Artagnan supposed to fight on Friday?
Leonide Moguy: One of this new lot.
Calvin Candie: Well, way he looks now, a blind Indian wouldn’t bet a bead on him.
[D’Artagnan start crying]
D’Artagnan: Please, Monsieur Candie, I ain’t got it in me no more. I can’t…
Calvin Candie: Now, now, now, now, now. Now, no beggin’. No playin’ on my soft heart.


 

[Candie walks closer to D’Artagnan and crouches down in front of him]
Calvin Candie: You in trouble now, son.
D’Artagnan: Yes, sir.
Calvin Candie: I done…I done paid five hundred dollars for you. When I pay five hundred dollars, then I expect to get five fights out of a nigger before he roll over and play dead.
D’Artagnan: Yes, sir.
Calvin Candie: You gotta understand that I’m…I’m runnin’ a business here. You…you fought three fights.
D’Artagnan: But I won every one.
Calvin Candie: Yes, you did. Yes, you did. But that last one, you muddled the line between winnin’ and losin’.
D’Artagnan: Yes, sir.
Calvin Candie: Still, the fact remains, I paid five hundred dollars, I want five goddamn fights! So what about my five hundred dollars, huh? What about my five hundred dollars? You gonna reimburse me? You even know what reimburse means? Huh?
[Candie’s white crew start laughing except for Schultz]
Dr. King Schultz: I’ll reimburse you!
[Candie suddenly turns to look over at Schultz who takes out his wallet]
Calvin Candie: You will?
Dr. King Schultz: Yep.
Calvin Candie: You’ll pay five hundred dollars for practically a one eyed Ole’ Joe, ain’t fit to push a broom?
Django: No, he won’t. He just tired of you toyin’ with him is all. As a matter of fact, so am I. But we ain’t payin’ a penny for that pickaninny, ain’t got no use for him. Ain’t that right, doc?
Dr. King Schultz: You heard him.
[Schultz puts his wallet back in his jacket pocket and sits back down in Candie’s carriage]


 

[to Django]
Calvin Candie: You’re gonna have to excuse Mr. Stonesipher’s slack jawed gaze. He…he ain’t never seen a nigger like you ever in his life. Ain’t that right, Mr. Stonesipher?
[Stonesipher spits before answering]
Mr. Stonesipher: That right.
Calvin Candie: For that matter, nor have I.
[Candie steps up to Django on his horse and looks up at him]
Calvin Candie: Now, seein’ as you won’t pay a penny for this pickaninny here, you won’t mind me handlin’ this nigger any way I see fit?
Django: He’s your nigger.
[without taking his eyes away from Django]
Calvin Candie: Mr. Stonesipher, let Marsha and her bitches send D’Artagnan to nigger heaven.
[Stonesipher and the other trackers release the dogs which then attack D’Artagnan, as D’Artagnan cries out in pain from being torn apart by the dogs, the other slaves react and look away, during attack Candie continues to stare at Django and Django returns his stony stare, never reacting; Candie then looks over at Schultz, who looks away as the attack is taking place]
Calvin 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 seein’ a man ripped apart by dogs is all.
Calvin Candie: Hm. You are used to it?
Django: I’m just a little more used to Americans than he is.
Calvin Candie: Hm.
Django: Now, Monsieur Candie, whenever you’re ready. We rode five hours so you could show off your stock. Let’s get to it. Cause as of now, if he’s an example, I ain’t impressed.
Calvin Candie: Follow me.
[Candie turns and walks towards his carriage, Django looks at D’Artagnan as his torn body gets dragged away by the dogs]


 

[after Candie’s procession finally arrive at Candyland, his loyal house-slave Stephen notices Django riding up with Schultz and we immediately see his dislike and disapproval of Django in his eyes, Candie turns and notices Stephen on the front porch of the house]
Calvin Candie: Hello! Stephen, my boy!
Stephen: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hello, my ass.
[referring to Django]
Stephen: Who this nigger up on that nag?
[Stephen walks down the stairs towards Candie’s carriage]
Calvin Candie: Oh, Stephen, you have nails for breakfast? What’s the matter? Why you so ornery? You miss me, huh?
Stephen: Oh, yes, sir. I…I miss you like a…like a hog miss slop! Like a..like a baby miss mammy’s titty. I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe.
[Stephen and Candie laugh]
Stephen: Now, I axed you, who this nigger on that nag?
Django: Hey, Snowball.
[Stephen turns and looks at Django sat on his horse]
Django: Wanna know my name or the name of my horse, you ask me.
Stephen: Just who the hell you callin’ Snowball, horse boy? I’ll snatch your black ass off that nag there and in the mud so fast…
Calvin Candie: Woh, woh, woh! Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. Let’s keep it funny. Django here’s a Freeman.
[pointing to Django]
Stephen: This nigger here?
Calvin Candie: That nigger there. Let me at least introduce the two of you. Django, this is another cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen. Stephen, this here’s Django. You two oughta hate each other.


 

Stephen: Calvin, just who the hell is this nigger you feels 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, oughta show them every hospitality. You understand that?
Stephen: Yes, sir. Him I understand. But I don’t know why I got to take lip off this nigger.
Calvin Candie: You don’t have to know why. Do you understand?
Stephen: Yes, sir. I understand.
Calvin Candie: Well, good. They’re spendin’ the night. Go up in the guest bedrooms and get two ready.
[pointing to Django]
Stephen: He gonna 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: Oh, no. I ain’t got no problem with it, if you ain’t got no problem with burnin’ the bed, the sheets, the pillowcases, 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 makin’ a good impression! And I want you to start solvin’ that problem right now and get them goddamn rooms ready!
Stephen: Yes, sir, Monsieur Candie.
Calvin Candie: Go on, now.
[Stephen starts walking off towards the house and mutters]
Stephen: Can’t believe you brought a nigger to stay in The Big House. Your daddy rollin’ over in his goddamned grave.
Calvin Candie: Man, the lip on him. Wooh! He’s gettin’ worse and worse.


 

[after Stephen walks off, Candie stands up in his carriage and yells out]
Calvin Candie: Now, where is my beautiful sister?!
[Candie sister walks out on to the front porch of the house]
Calvin Candie: There she is! Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
[Candie jumps down from his carriage and goes over to his sister]
Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, this attractive Southern belle is my widowed sister. Darlin’, you are a tonic for tired eyes.
[he kisses her cheeks, Schultz and Candie ride over closer to the house]
Calvin Candie: May I present to you Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly.
[Lara Lee does a curtsy; one of the overseers rides over to the slaves lined up outside the house]
Overseer #1: Chester, Rodney, Chicken Charly. Y’all get your ass over by that pen.
Overseer #2: Come on, Charly. Come on, now!
Overseer #1: Let’s go.
[the slaves start running off towards the pen]
Overseer #1: You know where it is. Like you on a rope! Niggers don’t walk around here, niggers run!


 

[Schultz walks over to Candie]
Dr. King Schultz: Ah, Monsieur Candie?
Calvin Candie: Hm?
Dr. King Schultz: Yeah, about that matter about the nigger girl you were talking about?
Calvin Candie: Nigger gal?
Dr. King Schultz: Yeah, I believe you mentioned she spoke German.
Calvin Candie: Ah, yes! Hildi, what about her?
Dr. King Schultz: Do you think before the demonstration, you could send her around to my room?
[Candie chuckles]
Calvin Candie: You little dickens, you. I don’t see why not.
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Calvin Candie: Stephen, when you get through showin’ them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi, get her cleaned up and smellin’ real nice and sent over to Dr. Schultz’s room here.
Stephen: Actually, Monsieur Candie, sir, there’s a somethin’ I ain’t…I ain’t told you about yet.
Calvin Candie: What?
Stephen: Uh…Hildi in The Hot Box.
[he points over to a large iron box on the grounds a little in the distance, this make Django look over at the box with concern]
Calvin Candie: What’s she doin’ there?
Stephen: What you think she doin’ there…in The Hot Box? She bein’ punished.
Calvin Candie: What she do?
Stephen: She run off again.
Calvin Candie: Jesus Christ, Stephen, how many people ran away while I was gone?
Stephen: Two.
Calvin Candie: When did she go?
Stephen: Last night. They…they brung her back this morning.


 

Calvin Candie: How bad did Stonesipher’s dogs tear her up?
[on hearing this, Django puts his hand on his gun, ready to draw]
Stephen: Lucky for her, they was out chasin’ D’Artagnan’s ass. Now, Bill and Cody went lookin’ for her, found her, brung her back. Now, she a little beat-up, but she done that to her own damn self runnin’ through them damn bushes and shit.
Calvin Candie: How long has she been in the box?
Stephen: How long you think she been in there? All damn day! And the little bitch got ten more days to be in there.
[on hearing that Broomhilda is still alive, Django takes his hand off his gun]
Calvin Candie: Still, take her out.
Stephen: Take her out? Why?!
Calvin Candie: Because I said so, that’s why. Dr. Schultz is my guest. Hildi is my nigger. Southern hospitality dictates I make her available to him.
Stephen: But, Monsieur Candie, she run off.
Calvin Candie: Jesus Christ, Stephen. What is the point of havin’ a nigger that speaks German if you can’t wheel ’em out when you have a German guest? Now, I realize it is inconvenient, but still, you take her ass out.
Stephen: Yes, sir.
[Candie turns to his sister]
Calvin Candie: Lara Lee, will you and Cora be responsible for gettin’ Hildi cleaned up and presentable for Dr. Schultz here?
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Of course, darlin’.
[turning to Schultz and Django]
Calvin Candie: Now, gentlemen, I do apologize, but I am weary from our travels beyond words. It is time for me to rest my tired eyes.
[Candie kisses his sister’s cheek before walking into the house]


 

[after Candie goes into the house, Stephen yells over to the overseers]
Stephen: Y’all done heard the man! Get her ass up outta there!
[turning to the house slave]
Stephen: Cora! Come here! Get over there and get her cleaned up, bring her back over here to Dr…
[to Schultz]
Stephen: What he say your name is, Shoots?
Dr. King Schultz: Schultz.
[to Cora]
Stephen: Schultz. Get her back over here. Hurry up, girl.
Cora: Yes, sir.
[as Cora runs over to the iron box, Django watches as the overseers open up the iron coffin like box, throw water on Broomhilda, who’s naked, and as the water hits her she screams out and cries, the overseers drag her out of the box and take her away to be cleaned up, Django continues to watch when Stephen calls out to him]
Stephen: Is you comin’ with me or is you gonna sleep in that little box over yonder?
[Django turns and gives Stephen a cold look]


 

[later that evening, a cleaned up Broomhilda is brought to Schultz by Lara Lee and Cora, Lara Lee knocks on Schultz’s door and he opens the door]
Dr. King Schultz: Hello, ladies.
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Dr. Schultz, may I introduce to you Broomhilda?
[Schultz looks at Broomhilda and she curtsy’s]
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Hildi, this is Dr. Schultz.
Dr. King Schultz: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Broomhilda. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Well, it’s not every nigger speaks German, don’t ya know.
Dr. King Schultz: As I look at you now, Broomhilda, I can see all the passions you inspire are completely justified.
[to Broomhilda]
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: The doctor here speaks German.
Dr. King Schultz: And I’ve been informed you do as well?
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Go ahead, girl. Speak a little German.
[Broomhilda addresses Schultz in German]
Broomhilda Von Shaft: [subtitled] It would be my pleasure to speak with you in German.
Dr. King Schultz: Astonishing.
[Schultz speaks to Broomhilda in German]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Please come inside, Fraulein.
[Broomhilda enters Schultz’s room]
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: And I shall bring you…
Dr. King Schultz: Much obliged.
[Schultz closes the door in her face]


 

[inside the room with the door closed, Schultz speaks in German to Broomhilda]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Can I pour you a glass of water?
Broomhilda Von Shaft: Ja.
[Schultz walks over to the other side and pours her a glass of water, he holds out the glass to her and as she comes over to take it, he holds onto the glass for a moment]
Dr. King Schultz: Don’t be afraid.
[he lets go of the glass]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Excuse me.django-unchained-12
[Schultz walks over to his bed and starts making it up]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] I’m aware you haven’t spoken German in a long while. So I’ll talk slowly.
[we see Django on the other side of the adjoining door, listening]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] I’m only speaking German to you now in case Candie’s people are listening to us.
[Schultz puts on his jacket]
Dr. King Schultz: Hm. Pardon.
[there’s a moment’s pause as he looks at Broomhilda]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] How beautiful you are.
Broomhilda Von Shaft: Danke.


 

[Schultz sits in front of her]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Myself and a mutual friend of ours have gone through a lot of trouble, and rode a lot of miles, to find you, Fraulein…to rescue you.
[Broomhilda looks at him with confusion]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Please drink.
[Broomhilda drinks from her glass of water]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Now, it’s myself and our mutual friend’s intention to take you away from here forever.
Broomhilda Von Shaft: [subtitled] I don’t got any friends.
[Schultz laughs]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Yes, you do.
Broomhilda Von Shaft: [subtitled] Who?
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] I can’t tell you. Our mutual friend has a flair for the dramatic.
Broomhilda Von Shaft: [subtitled] Where is this friend?
[Schultz points to the adjoining door behind her]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Standing right behind that door.
[Broomhilda turns and looks at the door]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Promise me you won’t scream?
[Broomhilda nods her head as she turns back to look at Schultz]
Dr. King Schultz: [subtitled] Say, “I promise.”
Broomhilda Von Shaft: [subtitled] I promise.
[Schultz raps on the bedpost to give his signal, and the adjoining door slowly opens, Broomhilda sees Django standing there]
Django: Hey, Little Trouble Maker.
[shocked, Broomhilda drops her glass of water then she falls on the floor in a dead faint, Schultz and Django look at each other]
Dr. King Schultz: You silver-tongued devil, you.


 

[in the kitchen, Stephen walks past Cora as she is instructing the other house slaves on what to serve at dinner]
Stephen: Get your big pretty ass out the way.
Cora: You know you like it.
Stephen: That’s ’cause you knows what I like.
[Stephen laughs]
Cora: Ooh! Come on with these biscuits, girl.
[Stephen walks into the dining room and stands next to Candie, Django and the other white people including Schultz are sat around the dining table, the house slaves, including Broomhilda are serving them]
Dr. King Schultz: Look, Monsieur Candie, they were all fine specimens, no doubt about it. But the best three by far were Samson…
[turns to Django, who’s sat next to him]
Dr. King Schultz: What’s that other one’s name?
Django: Goldie.
[turning back to Candie]
Dr. King Schultz: Goldie, and Eskimo Joe. By the way, why is he called Eskimo Joe?
[Candie laughs]
Calvin Candie: You never know how these nigger nicknames get started. His name was Joe, maybe one day he said he was cold. Who knows?
[Candie’s sister and Schultz laugh]
Dr. King Schultz: Well, regardless, Samson’s your best. We all know that. You will never sell him, and I can see why, he’s a champion.
Calvin Candie: Hm-hm. All three are champions.
Django: Samson’s the champion. Them other two pretty good.
[the other house slaves in the room look shocked at the way Django just spoke to Candie]
Stephen: Calvin, now what’s this nigger you let…
Calvin Candie: It’s alright. It’s alright.


 

Dr. King Schultz: You have to understand, Monsieur Candie, while admittedly a neophyte in the nigger fight game, I do have a little bit of a background in the European traveling circus.
Calvin Candie: Is that right?
Dr. King Schultz: Hence, I have big ideas when it comes to presentation.
Calvin Candie: Hm.
Dr. King Schultz: I need something more than just a big nigger. Yeah, he needs to have panache.
[to Candie]
Stephen: Need to have what? What?
Calvin Candie: Panache. Uh…
[Candie points to Schultz to explain]
Dr. King Schultz: A sense of showmanship.
Calvin Candie: Showmanship, yes.
Dr. King Schultz: I want to be able to bill him as The Black Hercules.
Calvin Candie: The Black Hercules, isn’t that clever?
Stephen: More like Niggerles.
[Stephen laughs]
Dr. King Schultz: I said, and I quote, “I would pay top dollar for the right nigger.” Now I’m not saying that Eskimo Joe is the wrong nigger, per se. But is he right as rain?
Calvin Candie: Oh, Dr. Schultz, I will have you know there is no one in the nigger fight game that appreciates the value of showmanship more than Monsieur Calvin J. Candie here.
Stephen: Nobody.
Calvin Candie: But one must not forget the most important thing in the nigger fight game.
Stephen: Mm-hmm.
Calvin Candie: And that is a nigger that can win fights.
Stephen: Mm-hmm.
Calvin Candie: Now that should be your first, second, third, fourth, and fifth concern. Now, after you have that, and you know you have that, then you can start to implement a grand design. In other words, first thing is first.
Stephen: First thing’s first.


 

[Schultz turns to Broomhilda and snaps his fingers at her, she comes forward and pours him some more wine, as she pours he speaks to her quietly in German and she smiles]
Calvin Candie: Ooh! I see you two gettin’ on.
Dr. King Schultz: Famously. Oh, Monsieur Candie, you can’t imagine what it’s like not to hear your native tongue in four years.
Calvin Candie: Well, hell, I can’t imagine two weeks in Boston.
[this makes Stephen laugh hard while everyone else at the table chuckles]
Stephen: Two weeks in Boston! Monsieur Candie, you a mess! Two weeks in Boston!
Dr. King Schultz: I can’t express the joy I felt conversing in my mother tongue. And Hildi is a charming conversation companion.
[Schultz touches Broomhilda’s arm and she smiles shyly]
Calvin Candie: Well, be careful now, Dr. Schultz. You might have caught yourself a little dose of nigger love.
Stephen: Hmm!
Calvin Candie: Nigger love’s a powerful emotion, boy.
Stephen: Hm!
Calvin Candie: It’s like a pool of black tar. Once it catches your ass, you’re caught.
Stephen: Yes, sir, you stuck.
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: I don’t know, doctor. You can lay on all the German sweet talk you want, but it looks like this pony’s got big eyes for Django.
[Broomhilda looks up in shock and Django quickly looks away]
Dr. King Schultz: Well, naturally. It is the soaring eagle that attracts her attention, not the plucked chicken.
[this makes the others at the table chuckle, Broomhilda leaves the room and as she leaves Stephen watches her with suspicion and then looks at Django]
Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, don’t be so down on yourself. You are quite the dapper European gentleman.


 

[Stephen follows Broomhilda into the kitchen]
Stephen: You know that nigger, don’t you?
Broomhilda Von Shaft: Who?
Stephen: Who? Don’t ‘who’ me, bitch. You know who I’m talkin’ about.
Broomhilda Von Shaft: At the table? I don’t know him.django-unchained-13
Stephen: You don’t know him?
Broomhilda Von Shaft: No.
Stephen: No, what?
Broomhilda Von Shaft: No, sir.
[Stephen does an evil quite laugh]
Stephen: You wouldn’t lie to me, now, would you?
[Broomhilda shakes her head]
Stephen: Okay. If…if you say so.
[Stephen looks at her with suspicion and leaves the kitchen to go back into the dining room]


 

[back to the dinner table, the conversation about the Mandingo fighters continues]
Django: Eskimo Joe’s a quality nigger, no doubt about it. But if it was my money, I wouldn’t pay no twelve thousand dollars for him.
Dr. King Schultz: What would your price be?
Django: Well, if I was inclined to be generous, and I don’t know why I would be inclined to be generous, nine thousand…maybe.
Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, let me reclarify how this whole negotiation came about. You see, it wasn’t me who came to you to sell a nigger.
Stephen: Sure wasn’t.
Calvin Candie: It was you who approached me to buy one.
Stephen: Sure was.
Calvin Candie: Now, that nine thousand figure Bright Boy’s been bandyin’ about, that ain’t too far off from right. And if I wanted to sell Eskimo Joe for that, I could do so any day of the week.
Stephen: Any day.
Calvin Candie: But, like you said in Greenville, doctor, I don’t want to sell him. It was only your ridiculous offer of twelve thousand that made me even consider it.
Stephen: Mm-hmm.
[Schultz considers Candie’s words for a moment before replying]
Dr. King Schultz: You know, Monsieur Candie, you do possess the power of persuasion.
[this makes Candie smile and then Schultz suddenly slaps the table]
Dr. King Schultz: Why not! Monsieur Candie, you have a deal. Eskimo Joe, twelve thousand dollars.
[Candie slaps the table]
Calvin Candie: Hooray, doctor. Hooray. And a wise decision that is.
Dr. King Schultz: However, that is a tremendous amount of money. And the way you have your Mr. Moguy, I have a lawyer. Persnickety man named Tuttle, and I would need my Mr. Tuttle to draw up a legal contract before I’d feel comfortable exchanging that amount of money for flesh.
Calvin Candie: Mm-hmm.
Dr. King Schultz: Not to mention having Eskimo Joe examined by a physician of my choosing.
Calvin Candie: Naturally.
Dr. King Schultz: So, say I return in about…
[he looks over at Django and Django raises five fingers]
Dr. King Schultz: …five days time.
Calvin Candie: Five days?
Dr. King Schultz: With my Mr. Tuttle. And then my Mr. Tuttle and your Mr. Moguy can hash out the finer details between themselves.
Calvin Candie: I say splendid, doctor. Splendid.


 

Calvin Candie: Gentlemen, may I propose a toast.
[Candie raises his glass and the others do the same]
Calvin Candie: To Eskimo Joe! Or shall we call him The Black Hercules?
[the others around the table laugh]
Dr. King Schultz: To The Black Hercules.
Stephen: The Black Hercules.
[Schultz turns to touch his glass to Django’s and says quietly]
Dr. King Schultz: To The Black Hercules.
Stephen: You was right, doctor. That name do have pan-ass.
[Stephen chuckles]
Calvin Candie: Hm. Hildi, top my drink off.
[Broomhilda steps next to him and pours more wine into his glass]
Calvin Candie: So, Hildi, how you like servin’ at the big table in The Big House, huh?
Stephen: When Monsieur Candie talk to you, you answers.
Broomhilda Von Shaft: I like it a lot, Monsieur Candie.
Calvin Candie: Mm-hmm.
[Schultz and Django look tensely over at them]
Calvin Candie: It’s a lot better than sizzlin’ in that Hot Box, or draggin’ your ass through a bramble bush. But maybe it’s not quite as much fun as gettin’ to pleasure all them Mandingos, huh, sugar bear?
Stephen: Oh, Lord, she like them niggers. Sure do.
Calvin Candie: Like Samson? Huh?
Broomhilda Von Shaft: No, sir.
Stephen: You know, Monsieur Candie, the doctor here might be interested in seein’ Hildi’s peeled back, seein’ as how they don’t have many niggers where he come from.
Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, when you was alone with Hildi, here, did you…did you just speak German or did you get to take her clothes off?
[Stephen looks to see how Django reacts, Django just watches Broomhilda with tension]
Dr. King Schultz: No, we just talked and…
Calvin Candie: Oh, so you haven’t seen her back?
Dr. King Schultz: I haven’t…
Calvin Candie: No, no, no, no. Stephen’s right, you might find this interesting. Hildi, go on, take off your dress. Show Dr. Schultz your back here. Go on.

 


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