Dialogue from a Dramatic Scene

White cake.

I don't go in for sweets, thank you.

You broodin' about me gettin' the best of ya, huh?

Actually, I was

thinking of that poor devil you fed to the dogs today.

And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this.

Come again.

Alexandre Dumas. He wrote The Three Musketeers.

Yes, of course, Doctor.

I figured you must be an admirer.

You named your slave after his novel's lead character.

If Alexandre Dumas had been there today,

I wonder what he would have made of it.

You doubt he'd approve, huh?

Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.

Soft hearted Frenchie.

Alexandre Dumas is black. Black.

Are these Pony Hilda's papers? Yes, they are. May I?

Of course. Thank you.

That is her bill of sale,

her ownership history, and of course, her freedom papers, Doctor.

Would you have ink and pen for me?

Right over there on that little table. Thank you.

Thank you.

Brunhilde von Schaft.

Consider yourself a free woman.

Mr. Candy.

Normally, I would say Auf Wiedersehen.

But since what Auf Wiedersehen actually means is till I see you again,

and since I never wish to see you again, to you, sir, I say goodbye.

Goodbye. Let's go.

Come on.

One more moment, Doctor.

What?

It's a custom here in the South,

once a business deal is concluded,

that the two parties shake hands.

It implies good faith.

I'm not from the South. But you are!

In my house, Doctor.

So I'm afraid I must insist. Insist? On what? That I shake your hand.

Oh, then I'm afraid I

must insist in the opposite direction.

You're not, I think, you are. Would you think I am? No, I don't.

I think you are a bad loser.

And I think you're an abysmal winner.

Nevertheless, here in Chickasaw County, a deal ain't done

until the two parties have shook hands.

Even after all that paper signing don't mean shit.

You don't shake my hand.

If I don't shake your hand,

you're going to throw away 12 000? I don't think so.

Mr. Pooch!

If she tries to leave here before this nigger loving German shakes my hand,

you cut her ass down.

You really want me to shake your hand?

I insist.

If you insist.