džango unčeinedā smieklīgākais moments tarantiničam varbūt nav tik ģeniāls, kā mērgļos ar kārtīm
bet trīsreiz rēcīgāks, protams
kad kukluksklanieši runā par savām kapucēm
- Damn. I can't see fuckin' shit outta this thing.
- We ready, or what?
- Ah hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes. Oh shit. I just made it worse. Who made this goddamn shit?
- Willards wife.
- Wеll mаkе yоu оwn gоddаmn mаѕkѕ!
- Look, nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did.
– Well if all I hadda do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this.
- How 'bout you Robert, can you see?
– Not too good. I mean, if I don't move my head, I can see pretty good, more or less. But when I start ridin', the bag's moving all over, and I'm ridin' blind.
– Oh shit! I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra bags?
– No, nobody brought an extra bag!
– I'm just asking.
– Do we hafta wear 'em when we ride?
- Oh well Shitfire! If you don't wear 'em as you ride up, that just defeats the purpose.
– Well I can't see in this fucking thing! I can't breathe in this fucking thing, and I can't ride in this fucking thing!
– Well fuck all y'all, I'm going home! Ya know I watched my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags to get readyfor you ungrateful sonsabitches, and all I hear is criticize,
criticize, criticize. From now on, don't ask me or mine for nothin'!
- Now look… Let's not forget why we're here. We gotta killer nigger over that hill there. And we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.
– Okay, I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?
– I think… we all think… the bags was a nice idea. But not pointing 'ny fingers, they could have been done better. So how about… no bags this time, but next time, we do the bags right, and then we go full regalia.
– I get my bag off.
BENNETT: Wait a minute! I didn't say no bags.
– But nobody can see.
– So?
– So, it be nice to see.
– Goddamit! This is a raid! I can't see, you can't see. So what? All that matters is can the fuckin' horse see! That's a raid!