Cora, would you prepare us some coffee?
Stephen
Sheba, you help her.
Come on.
Stephen
In the sweet...
Django
"...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]
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?
Do what now?
Django
I said, tell Ms. Lara goodbye?
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]
