Johnny Ringo: Don't any of ya have the guts to play for blood?
Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry.

Calvin Candie: White cake? Dr. King Schultz: I don't go in for sweets, thank you.
Calvin Candie: Are you brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, huh?
Dr. King Schultz: Actually, I was thinking of that poor devil you fed to the dogs today, D'Artagnan. And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this.
Calvin Candie: Come again?
Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas. He wrote "The Three Musketeers." I figured you must be an admirer. You named your slave after his novel's lead character. If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I wonder what he would have made of it?
Calvin Candie: You doubt he'd approve?
Dr. King Schultz: Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.
Calvin Candie: Soft-hearted Frenchy?
Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas is black.

Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?
Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
Wyatt Earp: What does he want?
Doc Holliday: Revenge.
Wyatt Earp: For what?
Doc Holliday: Bein' born.

[putting his bag/mask on] Damn. I can't see fucking shit out of this thing.

Big Daddy

So run, you cur... RUN! Tell all the other curs the law's comin' [shouts] You tell 'em I'M COMING ... and hell's coming with me, you hear?... Hell's coming with me!

Wyatt Earp

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?

Django: Cora, say goodbye to Miss Laura.
Cora: Goodbye, Miss Laura...
Django: Goodbye, Miss Laura!

[Cocks rifle] Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged.

Dicky Speck

[shouting] Where is my beautiful sister?

Calvin Candie

Dr. King Schultz: [toasting their business transaction] Prost!
Calvin Candie: [toasting in kind] ... German.

[bursts into a room of runaway slave catchers, guns drawn] D'Artagnan, motherfuckers!


You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me?

Wyatt Earp

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