Dr. King Schultz: Good morning, inn keeper. Two beers for two weary travelers!
Innkeeper: [while busy fixing a lamp bulb in the diner] Ah, it's still a bit early. We won't be open for another hour. By then, we'll be servin' breakfast-
[the innkeeper turns around and sees Schultz with Django; he gasps frantically]
Innkeeper: Whoa, whoa, WHOA, WHOA!
[to Django]
Innkeeper: What the hell you think you're doing, boy?
[to Schultz]
Innkeeper: Get that nigger outta here!
[the innkeeper is then shown running outside]
Innkeeper: Help! HELP!
Dr. King Schultz: [Schultz runs after him] Innkeeper... innkeeper! Remember, get the sheriff, not the marshal!
Innkeeper: [as he is running through the town] Sheriff! Help!
Dr. King Schultz: [Schultz returns to the inn and shrugs to Django] Alas! Now we must act as our own bartender. Sit down, my boy.
[Django sits at the table while Schultz goes to the bar to prepare two glasses of beer]