Blazing Saddles (1974)

Burton Gilliam: Lyle

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Quotes 

• Taggart : Send a wire to the main office and tell them I said...

  [Bart whacks him with a shovel] 

  Taggart : OW!

  Lyle : [writing]  Send wire, main office, tell them I said "ow". Gotcha!

• Taggart : Now what the hell do you think you're doin' with that tin star, boy?

  Bart : Watch that "boy" shit, redneck. You talkin' to the sheriff of Rock Ridge.

  Taggart : Well, now if that don't beat all. Here we take the good time and trouble to slaughter every last Indian in the West, and for what? So they can appoint a sheriff that's blacker'n any Indian! I am depressed.

  Lyle : Excuse me, Mr. Taggart, sir, but I sure do hate to see you like this. What if me and the boys was to shoot that nigger dead? Would that pep you up some?

  Taggart : That might help.

  Lyle : All right, boys! On the count of three!

  Jim : I wouldn't do that if I were you.

  Lyle : Don't pay no attention to that alkie. He can't even hold a gun, much less shoot it.

  [Jim blows on his fingertips] 

  Lyle : Like I said, on the count of three. One... two... three!

  [Jim draws. The cowboys' guns are suddenly shot of their hands in quick succession. Cut back to Jim, his arms folded, smoke pouring from his holsters] 

  Bart : Well, don't just sit there lookin' stupid, graspin' your hands in pain. How 'bout a little...

  [he draws his own gun] 

  Bart : ... applause for the Waco Kid?

  [dumbfounded, Taggart and his men start clapping] 

• Hedley Lamarr : Qualifications?

  Gum Chewer : [chewing gum]  Arson... armed robbery... mayhem...

  Hedley Lamarr : Wait a moment. What have you got in your mouth?

  Gum Chewer : [stops chewing]  Nuff'm.

  Hedley Lamarr : "Nuff'm", eh? Lyle!

  Lyle : [searches the man's mouth]  Gum!

  Hedley Lamarr : Chewing gum on line, eh? I hope you brought enough for everybody.

  Gum Chewer : [panicked]  I didn't know there was going to be so many!

  [Hedley shoots the gum chewer] 

  Jim : [hidden behind a rock]  Boy, is he strict!

• Lyle : Now, come on, boys! Where's your spirit? I don't hear no singin'. When you was slaves, you sang like birds. Go on, how 'bout a good ol' nigger work song?

  Bart : [singing]  I get no kick from champagne, Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, So, tell me why should it be true, That I get a belt out of you...

• Lyle : [railroad workers are singing "I Get A Kick Out of You"]  Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! What the hell is that shit? I meant a song. A real song. something like

  [singing] 

  Lyle : Swing Low/ Sweet Chaaaariooooot

  [workers look confused] 

  Lyle : Don't know that one, huh?

• Taggart : [5:18]  Listen, dummy. The surveyors say they may have run into some quicksand up ahead. Better check it out.

  Lyle : Okay, I'll send down a team of horses to check out the ground.

  Taggart : *Horses*?

  [hits Lyle's head] 

  Taggart : We can't afford to lose any horses, you dummy! Send over a couple of niggers.

• Lyle : [after the farting]  How 'bout some more beans, Mr. Taggart?

  Taggart : [fans his hat in the air]  I'd say you've had enough!

• [first lines] 

  Lyle : Come on, boys! The way you're lollygaggin' around here with them picks and them shovels, you'd think it was a hundert an' twenty degree. Can't be more than a hundert an' fourteen.