Franco NeroQuotes

Barnsby: Sorry about Marko.

Lescovar: Thank you. It's a risk we all take. He was a brave man and a good friend. Then he got careless.

Mallory: You think that big sergeant spotted him as a partisan?

Barnsby: [to Lescovar] I can't buy that. The sergeant wasn't that bright. He saluted you - you're wearing a corporal's uniform. That doesn't rate a salute in the German army.

Mallory: Not in anybody's army. Why do you think he saluted you, Lescovar?

Lescovar: Perhaps he recognized my natural superiority.

Mallory: Yes, perhaps.

Jackson: [confronting Django in a cemetery; shoots the top of Mercedes Zaro's cross; reloads and shoots; reloads and shoots twice; [File:Django scena finale.png|thumb|If I don't succeed, at least I will have tried... to redeem my life.] Django, I think you should make a last request! I'll be glad to oblige you any way I can. Start praying if you like, I don't mind. It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you. How come you haven't you got your burial suit with you? We'll have to leave you to the vultures! So now, begin your prayer... I can't hear ya! Okay... now! ]

Django: Can you hear THIS?

Jackson: [confronting Django in a cemetery; shoots the top of Mercedes Zaro's cross; reloads and shoots; reloads and shoots; reloads and shoots] You thought you had won, didn't you, Django? Yet here I am, still fighting my war... a war which will never end. You're praying, I see. Of course, we pray when we're close to death. But you can't make the sign of the cross with those hands. I'll help you do it! ln the name of the Father... the Son... and the Holy... Ghost!

Django: [Literal translation: And it shall be done!] Amen!

María: Django, you have to leave now! You’ll come back for me. I don’t want you to get killed now just because of me.

Django: I still got one thing to do. I gotta kill Jackson. Until he’s dead, there isn’t gonna be peace for any of us, ever. There just isn’t any other way. Jackson has got to die… and I’m the one who has to kill him, María. Then we can start a new life together. You see what I mean, María? You understand me? If I don’t kill him, we’ll never be out of danger. You see… it’s his life or ours.

María: Django, your hands are broken!

Django: It won’t stop me from killing him. Nathaniel, hide María, and tell Jackson that I’ll be waiting at the cemetery. Understand? Just the two of us now. I’ll be waiting.

María: Django, go! Save yourself. Get away, before it's too late. Don't worry about me.

Django: There's one thing l have left to do. l have to kill Jackson. It's the only way for this town to start living again, and for me, as well. You can't run away forever. There comes a time when you must stop and fight to the end. I realized it when I was holding your hand so tightly… while the coffin was sinking into the quicksand. If I don't succeed, at least I will have tried... to redeem my life.

María: Django, your... your hands!

Django: My hands will serve me yet. Nathaniel, hide María, and tell Jackson that I'll wait for him by the crosses of Tombstone… because his time has come.

Hugo: Well, amigo, our paths cross again! Where is the gold?

Django: It fell into the quicksand… the horse stumbled and the coffin slipped. I guess it’s destiny, General.

Hugo: [chuckles] And so, my gold’s in the quicksand, amigo… that won’t change things. We’re going back to Mexico anyhow, aren’t we? That’s what I decided, and we’ll do it.

Django: Yeah.

Hugo: Now we’re even, Django. You save my life… so I’ll save yours. We don’t kill a thief, even if he betrays a friend. We have ways of teaching them a lesson… right, Miguel?

Miguel: [smacks Django with his rifle butt; begins crushing his hands with the rifle butt; eventually stops crushing Django’s hands; Hugo’s men ride their horses over Django’s hands] ¡Sí, señor! That’s for not sticking with us! And this – for stealing the gold! You traitor! You pig! Those hands won’t be good for stealing any more gold when I get through with you! Go on, men!

Hugo: [chuckles; chuckles] Your plan was great, but you weren’t quick or clever enough to outsmart us. Pity, isn’t it? I hope your friend, the Major… doesn’t happen to pass by here. It would be so embarrassing for you. Do you want me to… say "Hello" to him for you? Hah! Muchachos, vamos! To Mexico!

Miguel: [laughs and rides off] Adiós, gringo! Take good care of your hands!

Django: This time, I’ve gotta cross that bridge. I’ve waited long enough… long enough so I could finally bury Django in that box. With that gold, I can forget I was Django.

María: Leave all that gold here, Django; it’ll bring heartache. What really matters is if we could have a new life… and you’ll forget what happened here. I love you, Django.

Django: Listen, María: love is something I can never feel again. The girl I once loved was killed, and I can never forget that. If I take you with me, then… you’ll probably get killed, too. And, I… wouldn’t want that to happen.

Django: It's finally time for me to cross that bridge. I've waited a lifetime… a lifetime to bury Django in this coffin. The gold will help me make him disappear forever.

María: Forget the gold, Django! What does it matter to you? We can start a new life together. I'll help you forget. I love you, Django.

Django: I left love behind many years ago. It's buried under a cross in the Tombstone cemetery. If I brought you with me, you might come to the same end. And maybe… you wouldn't be able to make me forget.

Nathaniel: [burying the bodies of the Klansmen killed by Django; notices Django looking at a grave bearing the name "Mercedes Zaro"] I sure never thought I’d end up gravediggin’ and not getting paid for it, either! Ah, well anyhow, it’s better to be above ground doing that, than to be below doing nothing. Is it someone you knew?

Django: Someone who was part of my life. I guess the only part that really counted.

Nathaniel: And she was killed… by Major Jackson?

Django: Yeah, by Jackson.

Nathaniel: Wha… why weren’t you able to do something about it?

Django: I was away. Too far away, Nathaniel.

Nathaniel: [[File:DjangoTitle.png|thumb|I got all the help I need.] I can’t understand why you let Major Jackson get away. He’s on his way here now with all of his men; they’ll kill every one of us. No doubt of it.]

Django: What are you afraid of, Nathaniel? After all, you’re paying him for his protection.

Nathaniel: Hm. I pay him, says he won’t kill me and the girls like he does those poor Mexican fools; that he calls his inferiors.

Django: Jackson has no right to consider anyone inferior.

Nathaniel: Well, you better not try to tell him a thing like that! They’re fanatics, can’t you understand that? Have you seen those strange hoods they wear? It’s a religion with ‘em! They’re crazy!

Django: That’s exactly the reason why I’ve got to do just what I’m doing.

Nathaniel: I understand, but you can’t do it alone.

Django: I got all the help I need.

Nathaniel: Why did you let Major Jackson go? He'll come back with his forty jailbirds and kill us all. l know him all too well.

Django: What are you afraid of, old man? You pay for his protection.

Nathaniel: Hmph. I pay so I won't get killed like the ones he calls inferior because of their dark skin.

Django: The sun… can also make your skin dark.

Nathaniel: Yes, but Jackson and his men will never admit it. They have some kind of religion. Have you seen the red hoods? They're fanatics. They're crazy.

Django: Sometimes, fanatics must be eliminated, for the good of everyone else.

Nathaniel: l know, but you can't do it alone.

Django: l'm not alone.

María: It’s not for me to say. But for the first time, I felt like I was a real woman. Someone to protect, and… and to be loved, Django.

Django: [closes the door; begins to disrobe María] I’m glad I made you feel like a real woman – very glad. I mean that.

María: I thank you because, even if only for a few moments, you’ve given me the feeling of having a man nearby, to protect me… to love me.

Django: [closes the door; María breathes nervously as Django begins disrobing her] In that case, the illusion must be complete. Brief – but complete.

Jackson: Say, you must be a pretty courageous fella to talk that way to Ringo. Courageous… or just plain crazy. Like that damn Yankee, who killed five of my men up near the river.

Django: Must’ve been… a pretty good shot. To kill five of your men. Being outnumbered like that, I mean.

Jackson: Now, that man had a woman with him also; white trash. Sold herself to the Mexicans. She’s a traitor… to our cause, sir.

Django: The war… is over. And these things don’t much matter anymore, do they?

Jackson: I got my own private war goin’ on. I reckon maybe that’s a war you haven’t heard about. You sure are smart, hombre – carrying around your burial suit. I like that; be handy. We can put you in it, instead of leaving your body to poison the vultures, like we do with the rest of your kind!

Django: Are you carrying out a war… against the poor vultures too, Major? Why don’t you leave them out of it?

Jackson: Well, men, did you hear what our friend said? What do you say we prepare him for his burial?

Django: Well, Major… I got just one bullet. But that would be taking advantage… and it wouldn’t be right. How many men have you got left? You tongue-tied, or don’t wanna tell me?

Jackson: Forty-eight.

Django: Okay. For your own protection, I wanna see all of them here next time. Then you’ll have the advantage. Go on and round ‘em up. I’ll be waiting.

Jackson: [leaves the saloon] I’ll round ‘em up. Rest assured.

Django: [to Nathaniel] You can clear up the mess, now. But don’t touch my coffin.

Saloon Girl #1: You know, you sure are a brave man to tote that girl around. Or maybe you’re not afraid of the Mexicans, or of Jackson?

Django: I’m not afraid of anyone.

Saloon Girl #1: Oh, aren’t you? You got guts, honey! Ah, my, ah… my girlfriends are afraid of what’s in that box. But it doesn’t really frighten me. After all, a coffin’s a coffin. Is there someone inside?

Django: Yeah, and his name is Django.

Nathaniel: If you're a coffin-maker… sure did pick a good town to settle, sure did.

Django: Haven't had many clients so far.

Nathaniel: Well, don't worry - you will. What, with Hugo's Mexican renegades and the rebels under Major Jackson… fightin their own private war, why, this whole town's been ruined. It's a dead city. Regular ghost town.

Django: So your girls are pleasuring phantoms?

Nathaniel: Well, I wouldn't say that. Sometimes, there's Hugo's Mexicans, and sometimes there's… Major Jackson's men. You know how it is - we try to please em both if we can.

Django: How do you do that?

Nathaniel: [Django doesn't answer] Well, there's an agreement of sorts. Round here's no trouble. But for the privilege of staying alive, we sure pay dearly. You're a stranger around here, ain't ya? So… so you don't know Major Jackson, do ya? I… I said you don't know Major Jackson, do ya?

Django: Who I know or who I don't is no concern of yours. Get it?

Klansman #1: You can relax for a minute, till we build a fire under that cross, with you on top of it. Did you have fun… with the Mexicans?

Klansman #2: Burnin’s a lot better… than getting beaten to death!

Klansman #1: Are you here to bury the dead, huh? Then you’re in business, and here’s your first customers.

Django: Whatever I’m doing here is none of your business.

Klansman #1: Careful, mister. From the way you talk, I get the idea you wanna be helped into that box you’re lugging around!

Django: Could be.

Klansman #1: You’re a Yankee, ain’t ya?

Django: I fought for the North.

Klansman #1: We don’t take much to folks who fought for the North – get the idea?

Django: Yeah, I get the idea. Yeah.

Klansman #2: What the hell are we worrying about him for? Let’s finish the girl off!

Django: A woman shouldn’t be treated in that way.

Klansman #1: What’s that you said?

Django: [shoots the Klansmen, and approaches María; María attempts to cross the wooden bridge in front of them] It’s not important. And if I bothered you, will you accept my apology? My name is Django. No one will hurt you anymore, as long as you’re with me. You can’t go far alone. That bridge isn’t exactly where I’m headed for, now. I got some business in town – a personal matter. Tell me your name.

María: María.

Django: [shoots a Klansman, who falls into the quicksand below] Let’s go, María.

Julius: I fail to recall the last time you were in Rome. And here I'd heard... you had retired.

John Wick: I had.

Julius: [translation: Are you here for the Pope?] Then humor me with, uh... but one question. Sei qui per il Santo Padre?

John Wick: No.

Julius: [Pulls out a key] All right then. One of our finest rooms.

John Wick: Grazie.

Julius: Enjoy your stay.

Amerigo Vessepi: What's your name?

Django: Django.

Vessepi: Can you spell it?

Django: D-J-A-N-G-O... the D is silent.

Vessepi: [[Django (1966 film)|I know] ].

Hoot: [To Django] The name of the game is "keep up", not "catch up", nigger.

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 nigger--

Candie: I said "no harm done"! Now take your hand off your pistol!

Candie: Butch, that means you too.

Candie: [Django holsters his pistol] Everybody stop antagonizing my guest. 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 nigger.

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?