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- You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know... morons.
- You be my guest, and I be your host. What be your pleasure, Jim?
- I don't know... play chess... screw...
- [quickly] Let's play chess!
- Then one day I hear "Reach for it mister!" I spun around, and there I was standing face to face with a six year old kid. Well, I just laid down my guns and walked away. Little bastard shot me in the ass!
[Dr. Sam Johnson (with laurel wreath in hand) greets Bart (the new sheriff), reading from a piece of paper, not realizing that Bart is black.]
Howard Johnson: As chairman of the welcoming committee, it's a pleasure to present a Laurel and Hardy handshake to our new
[finally looks up]
Howard Johnson: ...nigger.
[Bart and Jim are wearing KKK outfits to infiltrate the enemy's lynch mob]
Jim: [spotting Bart's black hands] How many times have I told you to wash your hands after a weekly cross burning?
[Taggart whips off Bart's hood]
Bart: For my next impression, Jesse Owens!
[The lynch mob comes across a toll-booth in the middle of the desert]
Anybody got a dime? Somebody's gotta go back and get a shitload a' dimes!
- Qualifications?
- Rape, murder, arson, and rape.
- You said rape twice.
- I like rape.
- What's your name?
- Well, my name is Jim, but most people call me... Jim.
Taggart: What do you want me to do sir?
Hedley Lamarr: I want you to round up ever vicious criminal and gun slinger in the west. Take this down.
[Taggart looks for a pen and paper while Hedley talks]
Hedley Lamarr: I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists!
Taggart: [finding pen and paper] Could you repeat that, sir?
- Order, order. Goddamnit I said "order"!
- Y'know Neitche says: "Out of chaos comes order".
- Oh, blow it out your ass Howard.
- Now I don't have to tell you good folks what's been happening in our beloved little town. Sheriff murdered, crops burned, stores looted, people stampeded, and cattle raped. The time has come to act, and act fast. I'm leaving.
- They said you was hung!
- And they was right!