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It’s been a pleasure chatting with a fellow cinema lover.

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Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004)

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Now, Werner, I’m gonna ask you one more goddamn time, and if you still “respectfully refuse,” I’m callin’ the Bear Jew over here, and he’s gonna take that big ol’ bat of his, and he’s gonna beat you to death with it.

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Swords however, never get tired. I hope you saved your energy. If you haven’t… you may not last five minutes. But as last looks go, you could do worse. 

Don’t pussy out on me now. They don’t know. They don’t know shit. You’re not gonna get hurt. You’re fuckin’ Beretta. They believe every fucking word ‘cause you’re super cool.

Don’t pussy out on me now. They don’t know. They don’t know shit. You’re not gonna get hurt. You’re fuckin’ Beretta. They believe every fucking word ‘cause you’re super cool.

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The events of Django Unchained begin in 1858. Dr. King Schultz says he quit dentistry 5 years ago to become a bounty hunter, but it isn’t mentioned why. The obvious answer, however, is that his wife, Paula, left him, and he was so devastated that he took up a profession he would never think about otherwise, the profession that would ultimately lead to his death in 1859. His former wife slowly realizes her mistake in leaving Dr. King, and after 6 years apart, seeks him out, only to find he’s been killed at the hands of Calvin Candie. Devastated, faulting herself, she never remarries, keeping her ex-husbands name, and finally dies, alone, in 1893, when she is buried in the Lonely Grave of Paula Schultz, the same grave Beatrix Kiddo will escape from more than 100 years later.

Now, as to you poor devils. So as I see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One: once I’m gone, you lift that beast off the remaining Speck then carry him to the nearest town, which would be at least 37 miles back the way you came. Or two: you unshackle yourselves, take that rifle over there, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and make your way to a more enlightened area of the country. The choice is yours. Oh, and on the off chance that there’s any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. 

Now, as to you poor devils. So as I see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One: once I’m gone, you lift that beast off the remaining Speck then carry him to the nearest town, which would be at least 37 miles back the way you came. Or two: you unshackle yourselves, take that rifle over there, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and make your way to a more enlightened area of the country. The choice is yours. Oh, and on the off chance that there’s any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. 

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Another direct link between the two: the line “…and that will be the story of you” is said in both. Also, they’re both marvelous homages to their respective genres.

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