Django Unchained Quotes: Unhinged Humor

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[first lines; 1858 – two years before the Civil War, Django, chained to other slaves, is being marched to his new owner’s estate in Texas by the Speck brothers when a man in a dentist cart pulls up]
Dicky Speck: Who’s that stumblin’ around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
Dr. King Schultz: Calm yourselves, gentlemen. I mean you no harm. I’m simply a fellow weary traveler.
[he stops his cart]
Dr. King Schultz: Good cold evening, gentlemen. I’m looking for a pair of slave traders that go by the name of the Speck Brothers. Might that be you?
Ace Speck: Who wants to know?
Dr. King Schultz: Well, I do. I’m Dr. King Schultz. This is my horse, Fritz.
[Fritz, does a little bow with his head]
Dicky Speck: What kind of doctor?
Dr. King Schultz: Dentist. Now, are you the Speck Brothers? And did you purchase those men at the Greenville Slave Auction?
Ace Speck: So what?
Dr. King Schultz: So I wish to parley with you.
Ace Speck: Speak English.
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. It is a second language. Now, amongst your inventory, I’ve been led to believe, is a specimen I’m keen to acquire.

[to the slaves]
Dr. King Schultz: Hello, you poor devils! Is there one amongst you who was formerly a resident of the Carrucan Plantation?
[Django speaks out from the back of the line of slaves]
Django: I’m from the Carrucan Plantation.
Dr. King Schultz: Who said that?
[there’s no reply, Schultz, comes down from his cart, lights a lantern and walks down the line of slaves, looking at one slave to the other until he sees something in Django and stops]
Dr. King Schultz: What’s your name?
Django: Django.
Dr. King Schultz: Then you are exactly the one I’m looking for. Do you know who the Brittle Brothers are?
[Django nods his head]
Dr. King Schultz: Who are they?
Django: Big John. Ellis. Roger. Sometime they call him Little Raj. They was overseers at the Carrucan Plantation.
Dr. King Schultz: Not anymore. Tell me if you were to see any of these three gentlemen again, would you recognize them?
Ace Speck: Hey. Stop talkin’ to him like that.
Dr. King Schultz: Like what?
Ace Speck: Like that.
Dr. King Schultz: My good man, I’m simply trying to ascertain…
Ace Speck: Speak English, goddamn it.
Dr. King Schultz: Everybody calm down.
[Schultz turns and starts walking towards the Speck brothers]
Dr. King Schultz: I’m simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction.
Ace Speck: I don’t care. No sale. Now, off wit ya.
Dr. King Schultz: Don’t be ridiculous. Of course they’re for sale.
[Ace raises his rifle towards Schultz]
Ace Speck: Move it.
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?
Ace Speck: Last chance, fancy pants.
[Ace cocks his gun and Dicky smiles]
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, very well.
[Schultz throws his lantern to the ground and suddenly shoots Ace in the face, killing him and then shoots Dicky’s horse, making him fall to the ground with the horse’s weight landing on Dicky’s leg making him scream out in pain]

[after killing Ace and pinning down Dicky under his horse, Schultz picks up the lantern fallen on the ground and lights it, he walks over to Dicky who’s screaming out in pain]
Dr. King 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!
Dr. King Schultz: Well…
Dicky Speck: And you killed Ace!
Dr. King Schultz: I only shot your brother once he threatened to shoot me. And I do believe I have…
[looks at the slaves and counts them]
Dr. King Schultz: One, two, three, four, five witnesses who can attest to that fact.
Dicky Speck: Damn leg’s busted!
Dr. King Schultz: No doubt. Now, uh…if you could keep your caterwauling down to a minimum, I’d like to finish my line of inquiry with young Django.
[Schultz turns and goes over to Django, Dicky screams out even louder in pain]
Dicky Speck: God fuckin’ damn it!
[to Django]
Dr. King Schultz: As I was saying if you were to see the Brittle Brothers again, you could recognize ’em?
Django: Yeah.
Dr. King Schultz: Sold American!
[turning to Dicky]
Dr. King Schultz: So, Mr. Speck? Mr. Speck? How much for young Django here?

[Schultz unlocks and removes the iron chains from Django’s legs]
Dr. King Schultz: That iron is nasty business.
[Schultz holds out his rifle to the slave behind Django]
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, could you hold this for a moment?
[the slave looks at him for a moment before taking the rifle]
Dr. King Schultz: Thank you.
[to Django]
Dr. King Schultz: Django, get up on that horse. Also, if I were you, I’d take that winter coat the dear departed Speck left behind.
[as Django walks towards Ace’s body he tosses the cloak covering him away revealing the scars left in his back from being whipped]
Dicky Speck: Nigger! Don’t you touch my brother’s coat.
[Django walks over to Dicky, places one leg on the dead horse pinning Dicky down and presses down making Dicky scream out in pain]
Dicky Speck: Goddamn it! Oh!
[Django runs over to Ace’s dead body and removes his jacket and shoes; Schultz walks over to Dicky counting some money]
Dr. King Schultz: One hundred ten…twenty and five for young Django here.
[he throws the cash on top of Dicky’s head]
Dr. King Schultz: And since he won’t be needing it anymore, I’d like to purchase your brother’s nag.
[Schultz tosses some coins onto Dicky]
Dr. King Schultz: Also, Mr. Speck, I’m afraid I will require a bill of sale. Do you have one?
You go to hell, dentist!
Dr. King Schultz: I thought not. No worries. I come prepared.
[he turns and walks over to one of the slaves holding a lantern, he pulls the lantern up]
Dr. King Schultz: Thank you.
[he takes out his notebook and starts writing]
Dr. King Schultz: This will serve nicely as a bill of sale.

[as Schultz and Django prepare to leave, Schultz pulls up his cart by 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. Choice is yours. Oh, and on the off chance there are
any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one.
[he points to the star in the sky and the slaves look up]
Dr. King Schultz: Ta-ta.
[Schultz pulls his cart away with Django following him on Ace’s horse, as they ride off, the remaining slaves look at Dicky]
Dicky Speck: Now wait a minute, fellas. Let’s talk about this!
[the slaves toss their cloaks away and start walking towards Dicky]
Dicky Speck: You gotta be reasonable in a situation like this! I’m not a bad guy. I’m just doin’ my job! Blueberry, didn’t I give you my last apple?
[Django watches as the slaves walk in their chains towards Dicky]
Dicky Speck: Tell you what, boys: take me to the doc in El Paso, I’ll get you your freedom.
[the slave that Schultz had given his rifle to holds the rifle up towards Dicky]
Dicky Speck: No. No, please!
[he shoots, blowing Dicky’s head off]

[we see Schultz in his cart and Django riding his horse arrive in Daughtry, Texas; as they ride slowly through the town, the towns people stop and stare at Django]
Town Doctor: That’s a nigger on a horse.
[to Django]
Dr. King Schultz: What’s everybody staring at?
Django: They ain’t never seen no nigger on a horse before.
[they stop outside a saloon and enter the saloon]
Dr. King Schultz: Good morning, innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers.
[the saloon keeper has his back to them and is standing on a chair placed on a table changing a candle on the chandelier]
Saloon Keeper Pete: It’s still a bit early. We won’t be open for another hour. By then, we’ll be servin’ breakfast.
[he turns and sees them]
Saloon Keeper Pete: Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! What the hell you think you’re doing, boy? Get that nigger outta here!
[a few moment later we see the saloon keeper running out of the bar to get the Sheriff]
Saloon Keeper Pete: Help! Help!
[Schultz steps out of the saloon]
Dr. King Schultz: Innkeeper! Remember, get the Sheriff, not the Marshal.
Saloon Keeper Pete: Sheriff! Help!
[to Django as he walks back into the saloon]
Dr. King Schultz: Alas. Now we must act as our own bartender.
[Schultz takes off his jacket and starts walking towards the bar]
Dr. King Schultz: Sit down, my boy.

[Schultz walks behind the bar, gets some glasses and pours them some beer as Django takes a seat]
Django: What kind of dentist are you?
[Schultz laughs]
Dr. King Schultz: Despite that cart, I haven’t practiced dentistry in five years. But these days, I practice a new profession. Bounty Hunter.
[Django just stares at Schultz as he continues to pour the beers]
Dr. King Schultz: Do you know what a Bounty Hunter is?
Django: No.
[Schultz walks back to the table with their glasses of beer]
Dr. King Schultz: Well, the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses.
[as he approaches the table, Django goes to take one of the glasses, but Schultz tuts at him and points to the hat on the table]
Dr. King Schultz: Hat.
[Django moves the hat from the table, Schultz places the glasses of beer on the table, takes a seat and raises his glass]
Dr. King Schultz: Prost.
[the two men touch glasses together and take a drink]
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. 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.

Django: What’s 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: Ah! Badder they are, bigger the reward. Which brings me to you. And I must admit, I’m at a bit of a quandary when it comes to you. 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. So, I would like the two of us to enter into an agreement.
[there’s a moment’s pause as Schultz leans in closer]
Dr. King Schultz: I’m looking for the Brittle Brothers. However, at this endeavor, I’m at a slight disadvantage, in so far as, I don’t know what they look like. But you do, don’t you?
Django: 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: 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 them. And when we find them, you point them out, and I kill them. You do that, I agree to give you your freedom, twenty-five dollars per Brittle Brother, that’s seventy-five dollars. And, as if on cue, here comes the Sheriff.

[the Sheriff enters the saloon carrying his rifle]
Sheriff Bill Sharp: Okay, boys, fun’s over, come on out.
[the Sheriff turns and walks out of the saloon and addresses the crowd of townspeople that have gathered outside]
Sheriff Bill Sharp: Alright, folks, calm down. Go about your business. These jokers will be gone soon.
[Django and Schultz walks out of the saloon]
Sheriff Bill Sharp: Now, why y’all wanna come into my town and start trouble, and scare all these nice people? You ain’t got nothin’ better to do than to come into Bill Sharp’s town and show your ass?
[Schultz walks towards the Sheriff, he extends his hand and suddenly small gun pops out from under his sleeve and Schultz shoots the Sheriff in the stomach making him double over in pain and fall to the ground]
Pedestrian: What did you just do to our Sheriff?
[Schultz walks around the Sheriff and shoots him in the head, killing him, this makes the townspeople scream in terror and they all scatter and run off leaving the saloon keeper standing alone looking that the Sheriff’s dead body]
Dr. King Schultz: Now you can get the Marshal.
[the saloon keeper makes a run for it]
Saloon Keeper Pete: Marshal! Marshal!
[Schultz walks back towards the saloon where Django is standing on the porch]
Dr. King Schultz: Should we wait inside?
Django: Can’t we just leave?
[Schultz opens the saloon door]
Dr. King Schultz: After you.
[they enter the saloon again]

[the Marshall makes his way towards the saloon giving order to his men]
U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Move that buckboard a long ways across the street from the saloon. I want six men, six rifles behind it. I want two men, two rifles up on this roof. Two men, two rifles on that roof. All the barrels aimed at that front door. Somebody get poor Bill outta the goddamn street.
[cut to the Marshall standing outside the saloon with his men behind him]
U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: You in the saloon! We got a hundred rifles aimed at every way out of 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?
U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Yes, it is. This is U.S. Marshal Gill Tatum.
Dr. King 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. 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? Shot him down like a dog in the street.
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, 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, Marshal. Here we come!

[inside the saloon; 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.
[Schultz and Django walk out of the saloon with their hands raised]
U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Come ahead.
[they step down from the porch]
U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: You unarmed?
Dr. King Schultz: Yes, indeed we are. Marshal 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. Like yourself, Marshal, I’m 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 past two years?
U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum: Yeah.
Dr. King Schultz: I know this because, three years ago he was rustling cattle from the B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock, Texas.
[pointing to the piece of paper his holding in his hand]
Dr. King Schultz: 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.
[there’s a moment’s pause, Schultz puts his hands down]
Dr. King Schultz: In other words, Marshal, you owe me two hundred dollars.
[the Marshall looks stupefied, Django looks at Schultz in wonder]
Django: I’ll be damned.

[Schultz and Django makes their way to Gatlinburg and make a stop to rest, Django is eating and Schultz is getting dressed in a grey suit]
Dr. King Schultz: After this Brittle business is behind us, you’ll be a free man, with a horse, seventy-five dollars in your back pocket. What’s your plan after that?
Django: Find my wife, and buy her freedom.
Dr. King Schultz: Django, I had no idea you were a married man. Do most slaves believe in marriage?
Django: Oh, me and my wife do. Old Man Carrucan didn’t. That’s why we, uh…we run off.
[flashback do Django back at The Carrucan Plantation, with a muzzle on his face being held down]
Old Man Carrucan: Django. Django, Django. You got sand, Django.
[to his men]
Old Man Carrucan: Boy’s got sand. I got no use for a nigger with sand. I want you to burn a runaway ‘R’ right here on his cheek. And the girl, too. And I want you to take ’em to the Greenville Auction and sell ’em. Both of ’em, separately.
[referring to Django]
Old Man Carrucan: And this one, you will sell him cheap.

[referring to the place where Django’s wife was auctioned and sold]
Dr. King Schultz: In Greenville? There should be some sort of a records office.
[Schultz picks up a pot of coffee, walks over to Django and pours some coffee in Django’s cup]
Dr. King Schultz: You know when she was sold, you know where she came from, and you know her name. What is her name?
Django: Broomhilda.
Dr. King Schultz: What?
Django: Broom-hilda.
Dr. King Schultz: Broomhilda?
Django: Mm-hmm.
Dr. King Schultz: Were her owners German?
Django: Yeah, how you know? She wasn’t born on the Carrucan Plantation. She was raised by a German mistress, the Von Shafts. She speak a little German, too.
Dr. King Schultz: Your wife?
Django: Mm-hmm. When she was little, her mistress taught her so she’d have somebody to speak German with.
Dr. King Schultz: Wait, let me get this straight. Your slave wife speaks German and her name is Broomhilda Von Shaft?
Django: Yep.
[flashback to Django’s wife]
Broomhilda Von Shaft: They call me Hildi.

[Schultz and Django arrive in Tennessee and pay a visit to the haberdashery, Schultz is sat in a chair and Django is looking around him]
Dr. King Schultz: When we gain access to these plantations, we’ll be putting on an act.
Django: You’ll be playing a character.
[Django picks up a yellow hat and puts it on]
Django: Hm? No?
[Schultz shakes his head, Django takes the hat off and looks around at the items]
Dr. King Schultz: During the act, you can never break character. Do you understand?
Django: Yeah. Don’t break character.
Dr. King Schultz: And your character is that of The Valet.
Django: What that is?
Dr. King Schultz: That’s a fancy word for servant.
Django: Valet?
Dr. King Schultz: Mm-hmm. And now, Django, you may choose your character’s costume.
Django: Youse gonna let me pick out my own clothes?
Dr. King Schultz: But of course.

[we see Schultz and Django riding onto the Bennett Plantation, Django is wearing a blue satin outfit, the stop outside the manor and they are met by Spencer “Big Daddy” Bennett]
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: It’s against the law for niggers to ride horses in this territory.
Dr. King Schultz: This is my valet, my valet does not walk.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: I said niggers on horses…
Dr. King Schultz: His name is Django, he’s a free man, he can ride what he pleases.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Not on my property. Not around my niggers, he can’t.
Dr. King Schultz: My good, sir, perhaps we got off on the wrong boot. Allow me to unring this bell. My name is Dr. King Schultz. This is my valet, Django, and these are our horses, Tony and Fritz.
[Fritz does his head bow which makes the children standing around them laugh]
Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett, I’ve been led to believe that you are a gentleman and a businessman. And it is for these attributes we’ve ridden from Texas to Tennessee to parley with you now. I wish to purchase one of your nigger gals.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to Tennessee to buy one of my nigger gals? No appointment, no nothin?
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, I’m afraid so.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Well, what if I was to say I don’t like you, or your fancy-pants nigger? And I wouldn’t sell you a tinkers damn. Now what you got to say about that?
Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett, if you are the businessman I’ve been led to believe you to be, I have five thousand things I might say that could change your mind.
[this makes Bennett smile]
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Well, come on inside and get yourself somethin’ cool to drink.
Dr. King Schultz: Mm-hmm.

[as Schultz gets down from his cart and makes his way up the steps to the Bennett Manor]
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, maybe while we discuss business, you could provide one of your loveliest black creatures to escort Django here around your magnificent grounds.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Oh, well, absolutely! Uh…Betina.
Betina: Yes, sir, Big Daddy?
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Uh…what’s your Jimmie’s name again?
Dr. King Schultz: Django.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Django.
[turning to Betina]
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Betina, sugar, could you take Django there and take him around the grounds there and show him all the pretty stuff.
Betina: As you please, Big Daddy.
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, Mr. Bennett, I must remind you, Django is a free man. He cannot be treated like a slave. He…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 ’em?
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Django isn’t a slave. Django is a free man, you understand? 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?
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: No, that’s not what I said.
Betina: Then I don’t know what you want, Big Daddy.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Yes, I can see that. Uh…
[turning to the house slave beside him]
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: What’s the name of that peckerwood boy from town that works with the glass? Uh…his mama work over at the lumberyard.
House Servant: Oh, you mean Jerry.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: That’s the boy’s name. Jerry.
[to Betina]
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: You know Jerry, don’t you, sugar?
Betina: Yes ’em, Big Daddy.
Spencer ‘Big Daddy’ Bennett: Well, that’s it, then. You just treat him like you would Jerry.

[Betina gives Django a tour of the Bennett Plantation grounds]
Betina: That house we just left from, is The Big House. Big Daddy call it that cause it’s big. That there is the pantry, that’s where Big Daddy hang all his dead meat. Poor little squirrels. What you do for your massa’?
Django: Didn’t you hear him tell you I ain’t no slave?
Betina: So you really free?
Django: Yes, I’s free.
Betina: You mean you wanna dress like that?

[Django pulls Betina by a big tree on the plantation grounds]
Django: Betina, I need to ask you somethin’.
Betina: What you want?
Django: I’m lookin’ for three white men. Three brothers. Overseers. Their name is Brittle. You know ’em?
Betina: Brittle?
Django: Yes, Brittle. John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, Roger Brittle, sometime called Little Raj.
Betina: I don’t know them.
Django: They could be usin’ a different name. They woulda’ come to the plantation this past year.
Betina: You mean the Shaffer’s?
Django: Maybe. Three brothers?
Betina: Uh-huh.
Django: They here?
Betina: Uh-huh.
Django: Could you point one of ’em out to me?
Betina: Well, one’s over in that field.
[Django turns, takes out his spyglass and points it in the direction of a figure out in the cotton field and sees Ellis Brittle]

[as Django watches Ellis Brittle on the Bennett Plantation he has flashback to when the Brittle brothers are tying Broomhilda’s hands to a tree, getting her ready to be whipped]
Django: Old Man Carrucan ain’t gonna appreciate this, now. She…she…she work in the house, John. You gonna mess her skin up, and you gonna mess her up and she ain’t gonna be worth…she ain’t gonna be worth a damn thing. Now…now, your Bible say…
[we see how Django and Broomhilda had previously tried to escape before getting caught]
Django: Look, I told you that I was one that made her do it.
Little Raj Ellis: You ready?
Django: She didn’t wanna run off with me. If anybody should be gettin’ whupped now, it should be me. It should be me, John. Now, I been here long enough, you know me, you know me a long time, now.
[we see Django and Broomhilda kiss as they are about to get caught, then as Django continues to plead with John Brittle]
Django: You know Massa Carrucan ain’t gonna appreciate this. She’s a… she’s a house slave! She a house slave, she can’t be…
[Broomhilda screams in pain as she gets whipped, Django kneels in front of John Brittle as he pleads]
Django: On my knees, I’m asking you this, please. Ain’t this what you want? I’m keeping it funny for you. Now, John, please.
[Broomhilda continues getting whipped]
Django: I’s on my knees, John.
Big John Brittle: I like the way you beg, boy.

[back to Django as he sees Ellis Brittle through his spyglass, Betina comes up behind him]
Betina: Is that who you was lookin’ for?
Django: Yep.
[Django puts his spyglass away]
Django: Where the other two at?
Betina: They by the stable, punishin’ Little Jody for breakin’ eggs.
Django: They whippin’ Little Jody? Point me in that direction.
Betina: You go to that tree and keep goin’ that-a way.
[Django turns and starts walking away]
Django: Go get that white man I came here with.

[we see Little Jody being dragged on the ground by her hands as she pleads]
Little Raj Ellis: Come on, now.
Little Jody: No, no, please!
Little Raj Ellis: Come on, girlie!
Little Jody: Please!
Little Raj Ellis: Come on. Get you set up now.
[he drags her towards a tree, John Brittle is pacing nearby]
Big John Brittle: “And the Lord said; The fear of ye…”
[he takes a practice crack of his whip]
Big John Brittle: “…and the dread of ye shall be on every beast of the earth.”
[to Little Jody as he tries to tie her against the tree]
Little Raj Ellis: Come here now, woman!
Little Jody: No, please!
Little Raj Ellis: You’d better give me that arm!
[we see Django making his way towards the Brittle brothers]
Little Raj Ellis: Okay, she’s ready!
[John Brittle walks up towards Little Jody, who’s hands have now been tied against the tree]
Big John Brittle: And after this, we’ll see if you break eggs again.

[as John Brittle is about to start whipping her, Django comes around the corner and stands behind them]
Django: John Brittle!
[John Brittle slowly turns and faces Django]
Django: You remember me?
[suddenly Django shoots him in the heart, John Brittle looks down in shock at the bullet hole in his chest]
Django: I like the way you die, boy.
[John Brittle falls flat on his face and dies]
Little Raj Ellis: Goddamn son of a bitch!
[Little Raj reaches to get his gun but he fumbles and drops it to the ground, Django picks up John Brittle’s whip and begins whipping Little Raj across the face and chest, all the other slaves gather behind and watch]
Django: Keep it funny!
[Django whips him to the ground and then throws the whip away, he picks up John Brittle’s gun and faces the others slaves watching him]
Django: Y’all wanna see somethin?
[he turns and shoots Little Raj, emptying the gun]

[after Django has just killed Little Raj, Schultz rides in carrying his rifle]
Dr. King Schultz: Who were they?
[pointing to the bodies]
Django: That’s Big John, that’s Little Raj.
Dr. King Schultz: Where’s Ellis?
Django: He’s the one hightailin’ it across that field right now.
Dr. King Schultz: You sure that’s him?
[Schultz points his rifle at Ellis as he rides across the field]
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’ mean.
Dr. King Schultz: It means you’re sure.
Django: Yes.
Dr. King Schultz: Yes, what?
Django: Yes, I’m sure that’s Ellis Brittle.
[suddenly Schultz shoots his rifle at Ellis, as the bullet hits Ellis, blood splatters all over the cotton plants and Ellis falls from his horse dead on the ground]
Django: I’m positive he dead.

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