... applause for the Waco Kid?
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Taggart:
Now what the hell do you think you're doin' with that tin star, boy? Bart:
Watch that "boy" shit, redneck. You talkin' to the sheriff of Rock Ridge. Taggart:
Well, now if that don't beat all. Here we take the good time and trouble to slaughter every last Indian in the West, and for what? So they can appoint a sheriff that's blacker'n any Indian! I am depressed. Lyle:
Excuse me, Mr. Taggart, sir, but I sure do hate to see you like this. What if me and the boys was to shoot that nigger dead? Would that pep you up some? Taggart:
That might help. Lyle:
All right, boys! On the count of three! Jim:
I wouldn't do that if I were you. Lyle:
Don't pay no attention to that alkie. He can't even hold a gun, much less shoot it. [Jim blows on his fingertips] Lyle:
Like I said, on the count of three. One... two... three! [Jim draws. The cowboys' guns are suddenly shot of their hands in quick succession. Cut back to Jim, his arms folded, smoke pouring from his holsters] Bart:
Well, don't just sit there lookin' stupid, graspin' your hands in pain. How 'bout a little... [he draws his own gun] Bart:
... applause for the Waco Kid? [dumbfounded, Taggart and his men start clapping]
Now what the hell do you think you're doin' with that tin star, boy? Bart:
Watch that "boy" shit, redneck. You talkin' to the sheriff of Rock Ridge. Taggart:
Well, now if that don't beat all. Here we take the good time and trouble to slaughter every last Indian in the West, and for what? So they can appoint a sheriff that's blacker'n any Indian! I am depressed. Lyle:
Excuse me, Mr. Taggart, sir, but I sure do hate to see you like this. What if me and the boys was to shoot that nigger dead? Would that pep you up some? Taggart:
That might help. Lyle:
All right, boys! On the count of three! Jim:
I wouldn't do that if I were you. Lyle:
Don't pay no attention to that alkie. He can't even hold a gun, much less shoot it. [Jim blows on his fingertips] Lyle:
Like I said, on the count of three. One... two... three! [Jim draws. The cowboys' guns are suddenly shot of their hands in quick succession. Cut back to Jim, his arms folded, smoke pouring from his holsters] Bart:
Well, don't just sit there lookin' stupid, graspin' your hands in pain. How 'bout a little... [he draws his own gun] Bart:
... applause for the Waco Kid? [dumbfounded, Taggart and his men start clapping]
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Now what the hell do you think you're doing with that tin star boy
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Watch that boy shit redneck You're talking to the sheriff of Rock Ridge
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Well now if that don't beat all
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Here we take the good time and trouble
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to slaughter every last Indian in the West and for what
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So they can appoint a sheriff that's blacker than any Indian
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I am depressed
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Excuse me Mr Taggart sir but I sure do hate to see you like this
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What if me and the boys were to shoot that nigger dead
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Movie Summary
In order to ruin a western town, a corrupt politician appoints a black Sheriff, who promptly becomes his most formidable adversary.
