Blazing Saddles
prev.
play.
mark.
next.

1:03:00
Now what the hell do you think you're
doing with that tin star, boy?

1:03:03
Watch that "boy" shit, redneck! You're
talking to the sheriff of Rock Ridge.

1:03:10
Well, now if that don't beat all!
1:03:12
Here we take the good time
and trouble...

1:03:15
...to slaughter every last Indian
in the West, and for what?

1:03:19
So they can appoint a sheriff
that's blacker than any Indian!

1:03:24
I am depressed.
1:03:26
Excuse me, Mr. Taggart, sir, but I
sure do hate to see you like this.

1:03:29
What if me and the boys were to
shoot that nigger dead?

1:03:32
Would that pep you up some?
1:03:34
Well, it might help.
1:03:35
All right, boys. On the count of three.
1:03:39
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
1:03:42
Don't pay no attention to that alky.
1:03:43
He can't even hold a gun,
much less shoot it.

1:03:49
Like I said. On the count of three.
1:03:53
One...
1:03:56
...two...
1:03:57
...three!
1:04:09
Well, just don't sit there looking
stupid, grasping your hands in pain.

1:04:14
How about a little applause
for the Waco Kid?

1:04:28
All right, I'm through being
Mr. Goodbar!

1:04:31
The time has come to act
and act quickly!

1:04:34
All my plans have backfired!
1:04:35
Instead of the people leaving,
they're staying in droves!

1:04:38
Vhy don't you admit it?
He's too much of man for you. I know.

1:04:42
You going to need an army to beat him!
1:04:44
You're finished.
1:04:46
Fertig! Fahrblunged! Fahrcocked!
1:04:57
Shut up! You Teutonic twat!

prev.
next.