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Clips from Django Unchained

Movies 2012 165 min ★ 8.5/10 (1,924,906 ratings) 1,899 clips

Credits

Whoa.
I mean you no harm.
- Who wants to know? - Well, I do.
is a specimen I'm keen to acquire.
Who said that?
Django.
Ellis.
Roger. Sometime they call him Lil Raj.
Like that.
I don't care. No sale. Now, off with ya.
- You shot Roscoe! - Well...
And you killed Ace!
Sold American!
Oh, could you hold this for a moment?
Also, if I were you,
One hundred... ten... 20...
...for young Django here.
Do you have one?
You go to hell, dentist.
Thank you.
No. No, please...
...and then in the morning...
Whoa.
By then, we'll be servin' breakfast.
Sheriff! Help!
Alas.
What kind of dentist are you?
However, at this endeavor,
I know what they look like all right.
Good. So here's my agreement.
but I don't know where.
And, as if on cue, here comes the sheriff.
Go about your business.
than to come into Bill Sharp's town
and show your ass?
Now you can get the marshal.
I want six men, six rifles behind it.
You in the saloon!
Na wunderbar, marshal.
I have relieved myself of all weapons,
I am ready to step outside
You unarmed?
The hell, you say!
In other words, marshal, you owe me $200.
You got sand, Django.
Boy's got sand.
And the girl, too.
Both of 'em.
Separately.
In Greenville...
She speak a little German, too.
This is my valet. My valet does not walk.
Oh, I'm afraid so.
Hm-mm.
'Django. 'Django.
Yes, I can see that. Uh...
Big Daddy call it that 'cause it's big.
Po' little squirrels.
What you do for your massa?
- Brittle? - Yes, Brittle.
They could be usin' a different name.
Well, one's over in that field.
Now, your Bible say...
She a house slave, she can't be...
I like the way you beg, boy.
Where the other two at?
shall be on every beast of the earth.'
Come here now, woman!
OK, she's ready!
John Brittle!
I like the way you die, boy.
- It means you're sure. - Yes.
I'm positive he dead.
Django!
Damn.
Who made this goddamn shit?
Not too good.
I'm just askin'.
Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?
Oh, well, shitfire!