Blazing Saddles - A Clash of Musical Expectations
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, [[w:Sammy Davis, Jr.|Sammy Davis, Jr.; the bullying supervisors look immensely confused and insulted; [w:cocaine|coca-yeai-yeaiiiinnnneee]
]-style, with fellow railworkers providing backing vocals] I get no kick from champagne... Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all... so why then should it be true?... that I get a belt - outta you... Some get a kick from ]...
Lyle: [singing]
Hold it, hold it! What the hell is that shit?! I meant a song! A real song! Something like "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: [[w:ABC's Wide World of Sports|Wide World of Sports]
What in the ] is a-goin on here? I hired you people to get some track laid, not to jump around like a bunch of Kansas City faggots!
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Blazing Saddles - Work Ethic and Overheating Concerns
Lyle: [A Chinese railroad worker collapses from heat exhaustion]
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 degrees...! Can't be more than a hundert an fourteen! Dock that Chink a day's pay for napping on the job.
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