Blazing Saddles (1974)
Burton Gilliam: Lyle
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Quotes
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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!
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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]
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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...
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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.
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[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.