BLAZING SADDLES

 

Hedley Lamarr: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
Taggart: God darnit Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.

 

 [Bart returns unexpectedly after being sentenced to death]
Charlie: They said you was hung.
Bart: And they was right.

 

Bart: Excuse me while I whip this out.

 

Hedley Lamarr: My mind is aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening thru a cosmic vapor of invention.

 

Bart: What's your name?
Jim: Well, my name is Jim, but most people call me... Jim.

 

Taggart: What in the wide, wide world of sports is a-goin' on here?

 

Bart: Candygram for Mongo! Candygram for Mongo!

 

 Hedley Lamarr: I want you to round up ever vicious criminal and gun slinger in the west. Take this down.

 

 I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists.

 

 

 

       THE FUGITIVE

 

Marshal Samuel Gerard: What I want out of each and every one of you is a hard target search, of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area.

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