Blazing Saddles

Stagecoach driver: ...We're here, Governor. Governor William J. LePetomane: [disembarking] Boy, do I hate traveling. [He gets in the driver's face] Hey, turkey; can I have you fired? Stagecoach driver: Nope. Local 32. Governor William J. LePetomane: [under his breath] Damned unions are strangling the West... [He notices a reporter writing it down] ...ARE YOU CRAZY!? DON'T PRINT THAT!! It'll cost me the blue-collar vote! Reporter: [observing that neither the town nor its citizens are real] Governor, these people are dummies! Governor William J. LePetomane: [not even looking] I know that. How do you think I got elected?

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Now is a time of great decision / Are we to stay or up and quit? / There's no avoiding this conclusion / Our town is turning into...!

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Bart: All right, folks...Now I suppose you're all wondering just what in the heck you're doing out here, in the middle of a prairie, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night. Crowd: You bet your...! Bart: I'm hip.

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Lili von Shtupp: Tell me, schatze, is it twue what they say about the way you people are... gifted? [sound of zipper opening] Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue, it's twue! Bart: I hate to disappoint you, ma'am, but you're suckin' on my arm!

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Lyle: [Taunting the mainly-black railworkers] When you was slaves, you sang like birds. Come on! How about a good old nigger work song? Bart: [Crooning, Sammy Davis, Jr.-style, with fellow railworkers providing backing vocals] I get no kick from champagne... Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all...[the bullying supervisors look immensely confused and insulted] so why then should it be true?... that I get a belt - outta you... Some get a kick from coca-yeai-yeaiiiinnnneee... Lyle: Hold it, hold it! What the hell is that shit?! I meant a song! A real song! Something like [singing] "Swing low, sweet chariot"... Lyle: Don't know that one, huh. Well how about "De Camptown Ladies"? Bart: De Camptown Ladies? Railworkers: De Camptown Ladies? Lyle: Oh, you know! "De Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah! Camptown Race Track five miles long, oh-de-do-da-dahy!" Taggart: What in the Wide World of Sports is a-goin' on here? I hired you people to get some track laid, not to jump around li

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Gabby Johnson: Hey! The sheriff is a ni... Harriet Johnson: What did he say? Dr. Sam Johnson: He said the sheriff's near. Gabby Johnson: No, gone blame it dang blammit! The sheriff is a ni...

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