Django: [while whipping Roger Brittle] Keep it funny!
Dr. King Schultz: Do most slaves believe in marriage? Django: Oh, me and wife did. Old Man Carrucan didn't. That's why we, uh, we run off. Old Man Carrucan: [During Django's flashback when he was a slave on the Carrucan plantation] Django... Django.....
Calvin Candie: [after selling Broomhilda to Django and Schultz] Mr. Moguy! Leonide Moguy: Yes, Calvin? Calvin Candie: You make this gentlemen a receipt for $12,000, please. [Candie stands up and casually examines his cut hand] Calvin Candie: It was a...
Stephen: [singing] In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore... [continues signing] Stephen: In the sweet... Django: [Django appears and starts singing] By and by... O...
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 genita...
Stephen: You said you ain't know him. Broomhilda: Huh? Stephen: I said, "You said you ain't know him." Broomhilda: I don't. Stephen: Yes, you do. Broomhilda: Mister Stephen, I don't. Stephen: Why is you lying to me? Broomhilda: [on the verge of tears...
[last lines] Django: Let's get out of here.
Calvin Candie: Everybody stop antagonizing my guest.
Big John Brittle: [preparing to whip Little Jody] And the Lord said "The fear of ye, and the dread of ye, shall be on every beast of the Earth."
Django: Hey, white boy! [pause] Django: I said, "hey, white boy!" The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Employee: Shut up, black! You ain't got nothing to say I wanna hear! Django: How would you like to make $11,000?
The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Employee: [to Django] You're alright for a black fella!
Django: [bursts into a room of runaway slave catchers, guns drawn] D'Artagnan, motherfuckers!
Stephen: Hold your fire. Stop shooting, goddammit!
Dicky Speck: [as Django walks over to Ace Speck's body to retrieve his coat] Nigger! Don't you touch my brother's coat! [Django turns around and walks towards Dicky Speck; he angrily stomps on his shattered leg] Dicky Speck: AHHH! GOD DAMN IT! OH!
Dr. King Schultz: Bonsoir ma petite femme noir.
Calvin Candie: How long was he lose? Mr. Stonesipher: About, a day. Just the other night. Calvin Candie: How far he get off of the property? Mr. Stonesipher: About twenty miles off the prop. Pretty far considering that limp he's got though. Calvin Ca...
Dr. King Schultz: [to Django after shooting Calvin] I'm sorry... [pause] Dr. King Schultz: I couldn't resist. [Butch raises his gun and shoots at Schultz]
