"[To slaves that had been chained to Django] 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, when I'm gone, you lift that horse off the remaining Speck and carry him to the nearest town, which would be at least thirty seven miles back the way you came. Or two, (throws them keys) 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 part of the country. The choice is yours. (starts to ride off, stops) Oh, and on the off-chance that there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. Tata."