The D is silent.
Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.
I count two guns, nigga.
Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What’s not to like?
You had my respect, but now you have my vengeance.
I’m just a little more used to Americans than you are.
You don’t want to start a life with a woman who ain’t completely psychologically sound.
You really want to die for these niggas?
I’m a rambler and a gambler, a long way from home.
The D is silent, hillbilly.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of vengeance.
Waste my time and I’ll waste yours.
You better listen to your boss, white boy.
You said you were prepared to kill anybody, even a white man.
I count six shots, nigga.
You all better listen up now!
You all believe in God, but you don’t believe in voodoo?
Do you think God is dead because he stopped answering your prayers?
I like the way you die, boy.
You don’t need to apologize to me for being a good slave owner.
You want to see something funny? You want to see a dead nigger?
You come in here with your legal mumbo jumbo!
You got a warrant for my arrest, Sheriff?
Just because you’re a character, doesn’t mean you have character.
You got a slave named Django, had to be white people that did this to him.
I like the way you beg, boy.
I don’t ever recall asking you to like me.
This here’s a fight to the death, with the best man winning!
The way I see it, brother, you have one of two choices.
I’m curious what makes you so curious.
D-J-A-N-G-O. The D is silent.
You really diggin’ this whole pistolero thing, ain’t you?
Did you miss me? Raise your hand if you missed me.
Are you telling me you don’t know that niggers are inferior?
Can’t you hear what I’m saying to you, motherfucker?
Anybody burnin’ a black man, I burn with him.
Well, ain’t no surprise that the South lost with y’all doin’ your fuckin’ shit!
You killin’ white folks and gettin’ paid for it? You better believe that I’m gonna take you along for my next job.
Gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to do to you what I do best: lie and deceive.
Get your ass over here and sit the fuck down!
Would you be as so kind as to take these chains from my friend beforehand?
The man ain’t got a pit boss, ain’t got nothin’ else better to do… he’s available.
You don’t remember me? We shared a nigger together, you and I.
I like that song, play it again.
And then what happens next, Marshal? And then what happens next?