Stephen, when you get through showing them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi. Get her cleaned...

Calvin Candie: [to Stephen] Stephen, when you get through showing them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi. Get her cleaned up and smellin' real nice and send her over to Dr. Schultz's room. Stephen: [laughing] Actually, Monsieur Candie sir, there's something I ain't told you about yet. Calvin Candie: What? Stephen: Uh, Hildi 'in the hot box. Calvin Candie: Well what's she doin' there? Stephen: What you think she doin' there, in the hot box? She been punished! Calvin Candie: Well what did she do? Stephen: She run off again. Calvin Candie: Jesus Christ, Stephen! How many people run away while I was gone? Stephen: Two. Calvin Candie: Well when did she go? Stephen: Last night. They brung her back this morning. Calvin Candie: How long she been in the box? Stephen: How long you think she been in there? All damn day! And the little bitch got ten more days to be in there. Calvin Candie: Take her out. Stephen: Take her out? Why? Calvin Candie: Because I said so, that's why! Dr. Schultz is my guest. Hildi is my nigger. Southern hospitality dictates I make her available to him. Stephen: But Monsieur Candie, she run off. Calvin Candie: Christ, Stephen! What is the point of having a nigger that speaks German if you can't wheel 'em out when you have a German guest? Now I realize it is an inconvenience! Still, you take her ass out. Stephen: Yes sir. [to the Overseers] Stephen: Ya'll done heard the man! Get her ass up outta there! Go! Get her over there and get her cleaned up and bring her back over here to, uh, Doctor - [to Schultz] Stephen: What did you say your name was? Shoots? Dr. King Schultz: "Schultz." Stephen: Schultz.

I'm all ears. Hurry up, goddamn it! - Monsieur Candie... - [Calvin] Stephen! You just interrupted Dr. Schultz here. [Stephen] I'm sorry, Dr. Schultz. My ears ain't worth a damn these days. Excuse him. Monsieur Candie, could I get a word with you in the kitchen? You mean get up out of my chair? - If'n you could manage it. - Why? - It's about dessert. - What about dessert? I'd rather discuss that in private. We're having white cake! What sort of melodrama could be brewing back there? You right, Monsieur Candie. You right. I'll handle it myself. [whispers] Meet me in the library. I just can't understand why you won't come talk to these niggers. Shit get fucked up around here, you blame me. Fine! Fine. Friend Stephen, I will be along momentarily. Yessir. Well, gentlemen, as you can see, talented as they are, no doubt, in the kitchen, from time to time, adult supervision is required. [all chuckle] If you'll excuse me a moment. [Calvin] You may clear the dinner service. [Cora] You heard him. Go on! Get! Hurry up, girl. So, Dr. Schultz, why don't you regale us with a tale of the circus. [chuckles] The circus? [fire crackling] What is the matter? Them motherfuckers ain't here to buy no Mandingos. - They wants that girl. - [chuckling] Stephen, what the hell are you talking about? Hm? They playing your ass for a fool is what I'm talking about. They ain't here for no musclebound Jimmie. They here for that girl. Wh... What girl? Hildi? Yeah, Hildi. Her and Django, them niggers know each other. He just bought Eskimo Joe. - Did he give you any money? - No! Not yet. But... Then he ain't bought diddly. Not yet, nohow. But he's just about to buy who he come here to buy when I interrupted him. "Thank you, Stephen." You're welcome, Calvin. Where you gettin' all this? Why would they go through all that trouble for a nigger with a chewed up back, ain't worth $300? They doin' it 'cause that nigger Django's in love with Hildi. She probably his wife. Now, why that German gives a fuck who that uppity son of a bitch is in love with, I'm sure I don't know. If she's who they want... ...why this whole snake oil pitch about Mandingos, then? You wouldn't pay no never mind to no $300. But that 12,000? That made you real friendly, now, didn't it? Yes, it did.