Django Unchained Quotes

Here are some quotes from Djano Unchained (2013) and you may notice that those chosen do not contain the “n” word, no easy feat with this movie.

Dr. King Schultz: Oh, and on the off chance there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one.

Dr. King Schultz: Do you know what a bounty hunter is?
Django: No.
Dr. King Schultz: Well, the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses.

Dr. King Schultz: Let me get this straight: Your slave wife speaks German and her name is Broomhilda von Schaft?
Django: Yep.
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.

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, Broomhilda 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: Quiet 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 Broomhilda’s worth it.
Django: I know how he feel.

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, Fritz and Tony.

Willard: Well bleep all y’all! I’m going home! You know, I watched my wife work all day gettin’ thirty bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches! And all I hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! From now on, don’t ask me or mine for nothin’!

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: Stephen, when you get through showing them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi. Get her cleaned up and smellin’ real nice and send her over to Dr. Schultz’s room.
Stephen: Uh, Hildi in the hot box.

Calvin Candie: And what do you consider “ridiculous?”
Django: …12,000 dollars.

Dr. King Schultz: He needs to have panache… a sense of showmanship. I want to be able to bill him as a Black Hercules.
Calvin J. Candie: But like you said in Greenville, Doctor, I don’t want to sell him. It was only your ridiculous offer of $12,000 that made me even consider it.
Dr. King Schultz: You know, Monsieur Candie, you do possess the power of persuasion… Why not? Monsieur Candie, you have a deal: Eskimo Joe, $12,000!
Calvin J. Candie: Gentlemen, may I propose a toast? To Eskimo Joe! Or shall we call him the Black Hercules?
Stephen: You was right, Doctor. That name do have pan ass.

Stephen: You said you ain’t know him.
Broomhilda: I don’t.
Stephen: Yes, you do.

Stephen: Them motherbleepers ain’t here to buy no mandingos. They’s here for that girl.

Dr. King Schultz: Who is your little friend?
Calvin Candie: This is Ben. He’s a old Joe that lived around here for a long time. And I do mean a long damn time. Well Ben here took care of my daddy and my daddy’s daddy, till he up and keeled over one day. Old Ben took care of me. Growing up the son of a huge plantation owner in Mississippi puts a white man in contact with a whole lot of black faces. I spent my whole life here right here in Candyland, surrounded by black faces. And seeing them every day, day in day out, I only had one question. Why don’t they kill us?

Dr. King Schultz: Mister Candie, normally I would say “Auf wiedersehen,” but since what “auf wiedersehen” actually means is “’till I see you again”, and since I never wish to see you again, to you, sir, I say goodbye.

Calvin Candie: I think you are a bad loser.
Dr. King Schultz: And I think you’re an abysmal winner

Dr. King Schultz: Actually, I was thinking of that poor devil you fed to the dogs today, D’Artagnan. And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this.
Calvin Candie: Come again?
Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas. He wrote “The Three Musketeers.” I figured you must be an admirer. You named your slave after his novel’s lead character. If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I wonder what he would have made of it?
Calvin Candie: You doubt he’d approve?
Dr. King Schultz: Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.
Calvin Candie: Soft hearted Frenchy?
Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas was black.

Billy Crash: D-jango, you black son of a bitch!
Django: The “D” is silent, hillbilly.

Leonide Moguy: Yes, he is a bit of a Francophile. Well, what civilized people aren’t? And he prefers Monsieur Candie to Mr Candie.
Dr. King Schultz: Si c’est cela qu’il préfère.
Leonide Moguy: He doesn’t speak French. Don’t speak French to him, it’ll embarrass him.

Amerigo Vessepi: What’s your name?
Django: Django…
Amerigo Vessepi: Can you spell it?
Django: D-J-A-N-G-O… The D is silent.

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…
Django: Ya’ll gonna be together with Calvin in the “bye-and-bye” just a bit sooner than ya’ll was expecting!

Django: … you didn’t mention kneecapping.

Django: Hey, little troublemaker.
Hildi: Hey, big troublemaker.