Charlie: They said you was hung.
Bart: And they was right.
Bart: I better go check out this Mongo character.
[Bart reaches for his gun]
Jim: Oh no, don’t do that, don’t do that. If you shoot him, you’ll just make him mad.
Taggart: God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.
Taggart: ...What in the Wide World of Sports is a-going on here? I hired you people to get a little track laid, not to jump around like a bunch of Kansas City faggots!
Lili Von Shtupp: Tell me, schatze, is it twue what they say about the way you people are... gifted?
[sound of zipper opening]
Lili Von Shtupp: Oh, it’s twue. It’s twue. It’s twue, it’s twue!
Bart: Sir, he specifically requested two “niggers”. Well, to tell the family secret, my grandmother was Dutch.
Bart: What’s your name?
Jim: Well, my name is Jim, but most people call me... Jim.
Jim: Look at my hand.
[raises hand and holds it level]
Bart: Steady as a rock.
Jim: [raises his other hand, which is violently trembling] Yeah, but I shoot with this one.
“’Scuse me while I whip this out”
“The sheriff is near?”