Blazing Saddles

Blazing Saddles quotes

64 total quotes (ID: 84)

Bart
Hedley Lamarr
Jim, The Waco Kid
Lyle
Multiple Characters
Taggart


[The people are about to shoot Bart at his opening speech - until he takes himself hostage]
Bart (gruff voice, hauling himself by the collar): Hold it! The next man that makes a move, the **** gets it.
Dr. Johnson: Hold it men--he's not bluffing! (all but one man drop their guns)
Dr. Samuel Johnson:Listen to him men, he's just crazy enough to do it!
Bart (gruff, to the one with a gun still): Drop it, or I swear I'll blow this ****'s head ALL OVER THIS TOWN!
Bart (pickaninny voice): Oh, Lawdy-Lawd, he's desp'at! Do what he say, do what he saaaayyyy... do what he saaaayyyy...(the man slowly drops the gun)
Harriet Johnson: Isn't anyone going to help that poor man? [Bart is slowly moving towards the sheriff's office, still holding himself hostage]
Dr. Samuel Johnson: Hush, Harriet! That's a sure way to get him killed!
Bart (pickaninny voice): Oh, Oh he'p me! He'p me! He'p me! Somebbody He'p me! He'p me! He'p me! He'p me! (gruff voice) Shut up! [He covers his mouth and pushes his way inside the office] (normal voice, to himself) Oh, baby, you are so talented. And they are so dumb!


[about Mongo] No, no, don't do that. If you shoot him you'll just make him mad.

[Last words - at the footprints of Douglas Fairbanks] How did he do such terrific stunts... with such little feet?!

[to himself] Maybe I could turn this thing into my advantage... if I could find a sheriff who so offends the citizens of Rock Ridge that his very appearance would drive them out of town. [To camera] But where would I find such a man? [pause]... Why am I asking you?

A man drink like that and he don't eat, he is goin' to die!

An uppity **** went and hit me on the head with a shovel.

Another twenty five years and you'll be able to shake their hands in broad daylight.

Baby, please, I'm not from Havana!

Baby, you are so talented, and they are so DUMB!

Come on boys, where's your spirit? I don't hear no singin'. When you were slaves, you sang like birds. Come on, how about a good old fashioned **** work song!

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!

Dang, that was lucky! God darn near lost a $400 handcart!

Don't just lie around getting a suntan. Ain't gonna do you no good no how!

Gaw-lee, Mr. Lamarr: you use your tongue purdier than a $20 whore!

Horses! We can't afford to lose no horses you dummy! Send a couple-a ****s.