goddamned Quotes

Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, in Greenville, you yourself said that for the right nigger you'd be willing to pay what some may consider is a ridiculous amount. To which me myself said "What is your definition of ridiculous?" To which you said "$12,000." Now, considering y'all have ridden a whole lot of miles...
[Candie aggressively grabs Broomhilda's head, she whimpers as

Django looks on intensively]
Calvin Candie: ... went through a whole lot of trouble...
[Candie continues holding Broomhilda's head, and starts rubbing her face]
Calvin Candie: ... and done spread a whole lot of bull to purchase this lovely lady right here, it would appear that Broomhilda is in fact the right nigger. And if y'all wanna leave

Candyland with Broomhilda, the price... is $12,000.
Dr. King Schultz: And I take it you prefer the take it or leave it style of negotiation?
Calvin Candie: [Candie lets go of Broomhila's head] Yes, I do, Doctor. You see, under the laws of Chickasaw County, Broomhilda, here, is my property... and I can choose to do with MY PROPERTY... WHATEVER I SO

DESIRE!
[Candie rubs his injured hand and smears the blood all over Broomhilda's face; she shrieks and moans in disgust and fear]
Calvin Candie: And if y'all think my price for this nigger here is too steep, what I'm gonna desire to do is...
[Candie causally sets his cigarette down; he suddenly but quickly picks up his hammer and violently grabs hold of

Broomhilda's hair, slamming her face on the dinner table and raising the hammer above her head. Schultz jumps while Django rises up out of his seat]
Calvin Candie: TAKE THIS GODDAMNED HAMMER HERE, AND BEAT HER ASS TO DEATH WITH IT! RIGHT IN FRONT OF BOTH YA'LL! THEN WE CAN EXAMINE THE THREE DIMPLES INSIDE BROOMHILDA'S SKULL! NOW... WHAT'S IT GONNA BE DOC? HUH? WHAT'S IT

GOING TO BE?
Dr. King Schultz: [Screams back nervously] May I lift my hands off the table in order to remove my billfold?
Calvin Candie: YES, you may!
[Schultz quickly retrieves his wallet out of his pocket and tosses it on the table; Stephen grabs it and starts counting the money]
Stephen: [Nods to Calvin with the

cash] That twelve.
[Candie greedily smiles as Stephen drops the cash in front of him]
Calvin Candie: [Lets go of Broomhilda's head and slams the hammer loudly on the table] SOLD... TO THE MAN WITH EXCEPTIONAL BEARD, AND HIS UNEXCEPTIONAL NIGGER!

Dr. King Schultz: Let's just hope she works in the house, not in the field.
Django: Oh, no, she ain't no field nigger. She... She pretty. And she talk good, too. But when they tore her back up and then they... burned that runaway "r" on her cheek... they goddamned her. She ain't no field nigger but she ain't good enough for the house no more either. They

gonna try to make her a comfort girl.
Dr. King Schultz: What's a comfort...? Oh.

Mathilda: [Mathilda, crying about her brother's murder and her stepmother] I was more of a mother to him than thaat goddamn pig ever was!
Léon: Hey, don't talk like that about pigs. They're usually much nicer than people.
Mathilda: But they smell like shit.
Léon: Not true. As a matter of fact, right now I

have one in my kitchen that's very clean and smells very nice.
Mathilda: You don't have a pig in your kitchen.
Léon: Yes, I do.
Mathilda: I was just in there and I didn't see any goddamned pig.
Léon: Don't move. I'll get him.
[Leon goes into the kitchen]
Léon: Piggy?

Piggy? Where are you?
Léon: [Oinking noises are heard in the kitchen] Oink, oimk! Ah, there you are.
Léon: [More oinking, then a pig pot holder sticks its 'head' around the corner] Hi, Mathilda.
Mathilda: [She smiles] Hi, piggy.

Copperhead: Look, if I could go back in a machine, I would. But I can't. All can tell you is that I'm a different person now.
The Bride: Oh great. I don't care.
Copperhead: Be that as it may, I know I don't deserve your mercy or your forgiveness. However, I beseech you for both on behalf of my daughter.
The

Bride: Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no wish to murder you in front of your daughter doesn't mean that parading her around in front of me will inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business. And not a goddamned thing you've done in the subsequent four years including getting knocked up is going to change that.
Copperhead: So when do we

do this?
The Bride: It all depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
Copperhead: How about tonight, bitch?
The Bride: Splendid. Where?
Copperhead: There's a baseball diamond where I coach Little League about a mile from here. We meet there around two-thirty in the morning

dressed all in black. Your hair in a black stocking. And we have us a knife fight. We won't be bothered. Now... I have to fix Nikki's cereal.

Lambeau: You're angry at me for doing what you could have done; but ask yourself, Sean. Ask yourself if you want Will to feel that way, if you want him to feel like a failure.
Sean: Oh, you arrogant shit! That's why I don't come to the goddamned reunions, 'cause I can't stand that look in your eye. Ya know, that condescending, embarrassed look. You think

I'm a failure. I know who I am, and I'm proud of what I do. I was a conscientious choice, I didn't fuck up! And you and your cronies think I'm some sort of pity case. You and your kiss-ass chorus following you around going, "The Fields Medal! The Fields Medal!" Why are you still so fuckin' afraid of failure?

Clint Barton: We can't bring her back.
Thor: I'm sorry, no offence, but you're a very earthly being, okay, and we're talking about space magic. It can seem very difficult...
Clint Barton: Yeah, look, I know I'm way outside my pay rate here, but she's still dead, isn't she? It *can't* be undone! Or, at least that's what the red

floating guy had to say! Maybe you ought to go talk to him! Okay, go grab your hammer, and you find and talk to him! It was supposed to be me. Sacrificed her life for that goddamned stone, she put her life on it.
Bruce Banner: She's not coming back. We have to make it worth it. We have to.
Steve Rogers: We will

Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [inside an office inside the police station] I can hear it now. He's going be called the goddamned phone book killer.
Detective Hal Vukovich: I hate these press cases, especially the weird press cases. Where you going?
Lieutenant Ed Traxler: To make a statement. Maybe make these jackals work for us. If I can

get on the tube by 11:00, maybe she'll call us. Well, how do I look?
Detective Hal Vukovich: Like shit, boss.
Lieutenant Ed Traxler: Yo momma.