Walton Goggins movie quotes

View Quote As my first and final act as the Sheriff of Red Rock, I sentence you, Domergue, to hang by the neck until dead!

View Quote Well, cut my legs off and call me Shorty!

View Quote Oh. I get it. "Haberdashery." That was a joke, right?

View Quote Rose took my nose, I suppose.

View Quote Do you know what I am– Thomas? I am a businessman– which means that I don't– take– unnecessary risks.

View Quote Don't be scared. I may not be pretty– but we all know who the enemies are, cowering behind those walls! They have a name– for people like us in there. They call us Cranks! But I say that they are the monsters. They're the ones who started this war, but tonight– we will finish it. Follow me. Follow me and we will show them the faces of the people that they have chosen to forget! Follow me and this city is yours!

View Quote [Candie's family and friends enter Candyland after the funeral. As they enter, Stephen sings "In the Sweet By and By"]
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Cora, would you prepare us some coffee?
Stephen: Sheba, you help her.
Cora: Come on.
Stephen: In the sweet...
Django: [singing in the shadows] "...By and by." [walks into view] Oh, y'all gonna be together with Calvin in the by-and-by, just a bit sooner than y'all was expectin'. [shoots the plantation hands as they draw their guns] Billy Crash! Now where were we? Oh, that's right. Last time I seen you, you had your hands on my— [shoots Crash in the groin]
Billy Crash: D-Jango, you black son of a bitch!
Django: The D is silent, hillbilly. [shoots Crash in the head]
Lara Lee: Oh no!
Django: Now, all you black folks, I suggest you get away from all these white folks. Not you, Stephen. You right where you belong. Uh, Cora, before you go would you tell Ms. Lara goodbye?
Cora: Do what now?
Django: I said, tell Ms. Lara goodbye?
Cora: Bye, Ms. Lara! [Django shoots Lara, knocking her into the next room]
Django: Y’all you two run along now. [Cora and Sheba flee from the mansion] Stephen, how you like my new duds? You know, before now I didn't know that burgundy was my color.
Stephen: I count six shots, ****.
Django: I count two guns, ****. You said in 76 years on this plantation, you seen all manner-a shit done to ****. But I notice, you didn't mention kneecappin'. [shoots Stephen in his right knee]
Stephen: Oh God! Mother****er! Damn it!
Django: Seventy-six years, Stephen. How many **** you see come and go, huh? Seven thousand? Eight thousand? Nine thousand? Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninty nine? Every single word that came out of Calvin Candie's mouth was nothin' but horseshit. But he was right about one thing: I am that one **** in 10,000. [Django shoots Stephen in his left knee, who collapses screaming]
Stephen: You son of a bitch! You mother****er! Oh, sweet Jesus, let me kill this ****! You ain't gonna get away with this, Django! They gonna catch your black ass. You gonna be on the wanted posters now, ****! The bounty hunters is gonna lookin' for you. You can run, ****, but they gonna find your ass! And when they do, oh, Lord, what they gonna do to your ass! They ain't gonna just kill you, ****! You done **** up! This Candyland, ****! You can't destroy Candyland! We been here! There's always gonna be a Candyland! [Django lights the fuse to a batch of dynamite and exits] Can't no **** gunfighter kill all the white folks in the world! They gonna find your black ass! [Stephen laughs hysterically] Django! You uppity son of a... [Mansion explodes]

View Quote Hoot: [To Django] The name of the game is "keep up", not "catch up", ****.
[Candie's men laugh. Django then walks over and pulls Hoot and his horse to the ground by the saddle straps. Candies men reach for their pistols but Django draws his first and points it at them.]
Django: Touch your guns, you die.
Calvin Candie: Everybody calm down! I saw the whole thing, no harm done.
One of Candie's men: Are you kiddin' me? This ****--
Candie: I said "no harm done"! Now take your hand off your pistol!
[Candie's men let go of their pistols]
Candie: Butch, that means you too.
[Butch lets go of his pistol]
Candie: Everybody stop antagonizing my guest. [Django holsters his pistol] Hoot! Get back up on your horse.
Hoot: He broke my collarbone!
Candie: For God sake, somebody please help Hoot here back up on his Goddamn horse.
Billy Crash: Oh, you are one lucky ****.
Django: You better listen to your boss, white boy.
Billy Crash: Oh, I'ma go walkin' in the moonlight with you.
Django: You wanna hold my hand?

View Quote Billy Crash: [To Django] So y'all bounty hunters, huh? I knew there was somethin' fishy 'bout y'all. We found your wanted posters and book of figures in your saddle bags. I gotta say, I ain't never hearda no black bounty hunter before. Black boy paid to kill white men, how'd ya like that kinda work? Probably pretty good while it lasted, huh? [holding a knife to Django's groin] Time to say goodbye to them nuts, blackie. On three. One. [Django screams in pain] I gotcha. Two. [Django yells a muffled "please!"] Calm down now, here it comes.
Stephen: Captain? Miss Lara wanna see you. Somethin' to do with the old man's funeral. Oh, and she changed her mind 'bout snippin' Django. She gonna give 'em to the LeQuint Dickey people.
Billy Crash: [annoyed] Well she didn't waste a minute tellin' me. How disappointing.

View Quote You know, man, if we ever make it home, I'm going to do so much **** cocaine. I'm gonna rape so many fine bitches. I'll be like, "What time is it? After 5:00? Damn. Time to go rape me some fine bitches."

View Quote Royce: I needed to know who we're up against. Now I do.
Stans: A man is dead because of that.
Royce: This morning you were ready to kill him.
Stans: Well it ain't this goddamn morning, is it?

View Quote Stans: Wow, what a shithole. You live here?
Noland: Oh, no. No. This is my summer home. I winter in the Riviera. The schools are so much nicer there. And the men... Ooh, la, la! By the way, you're welcome.

View Quote Snake Eyes. Last place I thought I'd see you. Warden James. It's a pleasure. I'm a very big fan. I love the black. It's very Johnny Cash.

View Quote Listen to me. I sound like a real estate agent. I'm not here to sell you anything. Except maybe hopelessness. [laughs]