moans 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!

Chuckie: [in Chuckie's dining room] Wait, Bill. Hold it. Did you hear that?
[Man moans upstairs]
Chuckie: Morgan! If you're watching pornos in my mom's room again, I'm gonna give you a fucking beating!
[Morgan runs downstairs]
Morgan: What's up, fellas?
Billy: Morgan, why don't you jerk off in

your own fucking house? Man, that's fucking filthy.
Morgan: I ain't got a VCR in my house.
Chuckie: Aw, c'mon, not on my glove.
Morgan: I didn't use the glove.
Chuckie: That's my Little League glove.
Morgan: What do you want me to do?
Chuckie: I mean,

what's wrong with you? You'll hump a baseball glove?
Morgan: I was just using it for cleanup.
Chuckie: Stop jerking off in my mother's room!
Morgan: Ain't there another VCR in the house?
Chuckie: It's just sad, bro.

Tom: [after having just robbed Dog and his crew] Jesus, that wasn't too bad, was it?
Soap: When the bottle in my arse has contracted, I'll let you know.
Eddie: Bacon, see what we've got.
Bacon: Let's have a butcher's, eh?
[as he inspects their loot]
Bacon: We've hit the jackpot,

lads! We've got God-knows-how-much of this stinking weed, a shitload of cash... and a traffic warden.
Tom: What?
[Bacon holds up an unconscious man]
Tom: Jesus, Ed, we've got a traffic warden!
Bacon: I think he's still alive - he's got claret coming out of him somewhere. What did they want with a traffic warden?

Eddie: I don't know, but I don't think we need him! Knock him out and dump him at the lights!
Bacon: Knock him out? What'd ya mean, knock him out? Knock him out with what?
Eddie: I don't know! Use your imagination!
[Bacon punches the Traffic Warden, who moans in pain]
Tom: Don't touch him up! Knock him

out!
Bacon: I'll knock you out in a minute! Look, you want to knock him out? *You* knock him out.
Eddie: I fucking hate traffic wardens.
[after a pause, Tom and Eddie jump into the back of the van with Bacon; all three proceed to batter the Traffic Warden senseless]

Sid: [as he prepares to get on a rock to sleep on] Fine, I'll tuck myself in.
[reclines on the rock; making moans and groans of relaxation]
Sid: [yawning] All right... Good Night...
[He flops on the rock, then turns over...]
Sid: [as he's turning over and over] Oooh... ah.
[Manny becomes slightly irritated as he

watches Sid quirk around on the rock]
Sid: [groaning] Errr-um... Ahhhhh...
[Scene shows Sid lying on the rock on his back and his head lolling off the rock]
Sid: [talking in his sleep] Nah!
[snaps his fingers]
Sid: Nah! Nah!
[shuffles his body counter-clock wise towards the rocks front,making fizzing

noises with his teeth and tongue]
Sid: [flops on his side] Argh...
[suddenly jerks his arm and head up and down]
Sid: [loudly] Hur-agh! Ahh...
Manfred: [shouts angrily; startling Sid] WILL YOU STOP IT!
Sid: [sheepishly] All right, All right... I was trying to relax.
[He finds a comfortable

spot on the rock and begins to suck his thumb]

Grace: I'll be out in a minute!
Bruce: Don't rush yourself! Sometimes anticipation can heighten the... pleasure.
[Growls]
Grace: [Grace's vagina is filled with pleasure, and her knees buckle, causing her to hold onto the sink for support] Oh God! Oh!
Bruce: It's a funny thing about pleasure.

Grace: Wow.
Bruce: It can be quite...
[yells]
Bruce: PLEASURABLE!
Grace: [Grace's vagina is filled with even more pleasure, and she falls onto the toilet seat, knocking over several bottles as she does] Oh my God.
Bruce: [Bruce thrusts his hands in Grace's direction, and starts

sending pleasure to her with his mind] Pleasuring pleasurable pleasuring...
Grace: [Grace writhes in sexual ecstasy on the seat, as she suddenly has the most powerful orgasm of her life] Oh God!
[Moaning]
Grace: Oh Good God!
[She collapses onto the floor, overcome with sexual delight]
Bruce: ...pleasurable

pleasure.
[the bathroom door opens, and Bruce quickly stops chanting, and adopts a casual pose. Grace is stood in the doorway, using it for support. She runs at Bruce, who grabs her by the ass, and throws her down onto the bed]
Grace: [Outside their apartment, we see their lights flickering, and hear Grace's loud moans of sexual bliss]
Bruce:

[Bruce cries out triumphantly]

[From a scripted, but unreleased scene]
Susan Ortega: [Bruce and Susan are at the Eyewitness News desk, preparing for their first live broadcast together. Susan leans over to Bruce] Bruce, if I had any idea Grace was going to be there last night...
Bruce: Susan, you didn't do anything wrong. In fact, I found the moment rather pleasurable.

Susan Ortega: [She gasps and moans as she has a small orgasm] Oh really... that's nice...

[Stanley is at Dr. Neuman's office. Dr. Neuman examines the mask]
Dr. Arthur Neuman: This is an interesting piece, Mr. Ipkiss. Looks like fourth or fifth century Scandinavian, possibly a representation of one of the Norse night gods... maybe Loki.
Stanley Ipkiss: Loki? Who's Loki?
Dr. Arthur Neuman: The Norse god of mischief.

Supposedly he caused so much trouble, that Odin banished him from Valhalla forever.
Stanley Ipkiss: Then he could've banished him into that mask!
Dr. Arthur Neuman: I'm talking about mythology, Mr. Ipkiss. This is a piece of wood.
[Stanley approaches Dr. Neuman, handing him his book "The Masks We Wear"]
Stanley Ipkiss:

But your book!
Dr. Arthur Neuman: My book is about masks as metaphor, Mr. Ipkiss. A metaphor... not to be taken literally.
[Dr. Neuman puts the book on his desk]
Dr. Arthur Neuman: You're suffering from mild delusion.
Stanley Ipkiss: [nods] All right.
[Stanley picks up the mask]
Stanley

Ipkiss: I'm going to prove it to you.
[Stanley walks to the corner of the room]
Stanley Ipkiss: But I am not responsible for the consequences. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, Mr. Expert.
Dr. Arthur Neuman: [indifferently] You don't scare me, Mr. Ipkiss. Go right ahead.
Stanley Ipkiss: See ya.
[Stanley

presses the mask to his face, but nothing happens. He moans and hops around, wails, waves his hands, but still nothing. Dr. Neuman watches him unimpressed. Stanley removes the mask and approaches Dr. Neuman]
Stanley Ipkiss: Okay! You said Loki was a night god. Maybe it only works at night.
Dr. Arthur Neuman: Mr. Ipkiss, I feel I should warn you, that

I don't work personally with really sick people. There are private institutions for things like that. However, if you would like me to arrange for a safe environment for you tonight, I can do that.
Stanley Ipkiss: No.
[Stanley sits at the desk opposite of Dr. Neuman]
Stanley Ipkiss: [anxiously] I've got to see Tina. But what do I do? I mean,

do I go as myself or the Mask?
Dr. Arthur Neuman: [dryly] If I tell you, you promise to leave my office right now?
[Stanley nods]
Dr. Arthur Neuman: All right.
[Dr. Neuman stands, approaches Stanley, places his hand on his right shoulder, and pats on his left shoulder]
Dr. Arthur Neuman: Mr. Ipkiss, go as

yourself and as the Mask, because they are both one and the same beautiful person.