The two best special agents in the Wild West must save President Grant from the clutches of a diabolical, wheelchair-bound, steampunk-savvy, Confederate scientist bent on revenge for losing the Civil War.
The two best special agents in the Wild West must save President Grant from the clutches of a diabolical, wheelchair-bound, steampunk-savvy, Confederate scientist bent on revenge for losing the Civil War.
Jim West is making out with a girl in the town's water tower. They're basically treating the water supply as their own personal hot tub. Which is pretty grim when you think about it.
James West
Hold on there, Belle. You can't just go ramming a man's personal things into some hole like that.
Belle
Is that so?
James West
I didn't mean it like that.
Clip 2
Artemus Gordon likes to think that he's the master of disguise. Thing is, his disguise almost always consists of dressing up like a woman. I get the feeling he enjoys it a little bit too much.
Man
You drive a hard bargain. All right, fifty cents.
Artemus Gordon
I'm very flattered but I'm just not interested.
Man
You gotta be interested. You're a whore.
Artemus Gordon
I may be a whore but I work alone.
[GORDON presses a button and the persistent man gets punched out by a device concealed in the bodice of his dress]
Clip 3
As patented approaches to investigations go, Jim West has an unusual one. Shoot first, shoot later, shoot some more and then, when everybody's dead, try to ask a question or two.
President
And you, West... not every situation calls for your patented approach of shoot first, shoot later, shoot some more and then, when everybody's dead, try to ask a question or two.
Clip 4
It's disguise time again. Artemus Gordon has chosen a dress (of course) but that just leaves the question of what to dress Jim West up as.
Artemus Gordon
Ah, how about this... you can come as my man-servant.
James West
[Mocking GORDON]
Oh, why yessir, Master Gordon. Oh, I swears I'd be delighted. I'll sing, I'll dance for ya, sir. Oh, and I swears none of the other white folks'll know I'd rather shoot myself than play your damned man-servant.
Clip 5
Deliberation over disguises continues. And the suggestions made by Artemus Gordon just get worse. And worse.
Artemus Gordon
You go as a river boat captain and I'll be a saloon girl.
James West
Let me tell you something about your beloved art of disguise, Gordon. That night at Fat Cans, it wasn't a difficult task to see that you weren't a woman.
Artemus Gordon
I was propositioned by three men.
James West
You looked nasty. Just... butt ugly. I mean, your breasts were... hard and stiff and sticking out like a couple of rusty cannons on a sunken ship.
Artemus Gordon
These breasts are a work of art. Aesthetically and scientifically perfect.
James West
They look like sh*t.
Artemus Gordon
Touch them.
James West
I'm not touching those things.
Artemus Gordon
What, are you afraid you're wrong? Touch my breasts. Just one. Touch one.
James West
Okay. Are you happy, Gordon? I'm touching your breasts.
Coleman
[Overhearing this last part of the conversation without the necessary context]
I knew it!
Artemus Gordon
Wait, wait, wait. Squeeze it gently.
Clip 6
The party thrown by Dr. Arliss Loveless is not the sort of occasion where one would expect to see a black man. Not in the Wild West. No. But James West has turned up anyway.
Man
What are you doing here, boy?
James West
I sorry, sir. I was hopin'... I was hopin'... I wouldn't -
[He punches the guy clean out]
- have to break your nose!
Clip 7
This is the Wild West version of a roast. Dr. Loveless can't resist the black jibes and James West can't resist mocking the fact that he has no legs and spends his life in a steam-powered wheelchair.
Dr. Arliss Loveless
How nice of you to join us tonight and add... colour to these monochromatic proceedings.
James West
Well, when a fella comes back from the dead, I find that an occasion to stand up and be counted.
Dr. Arliss Loveless
Miss East informs me that you're expecting to see General McGrath here. Well, I knew him years ago but I haven't seen him in a coon's age.
James West
Well, I can see where it'd be difficult for a man of your stature to keep in touch with even half the people you know.
Dr. Arliss Loveless
Well, perhaps the lovely Miss East will keep you from being a slave to your disappointment.
James West
Ah, well you know beautiful women. They encourage you one minute and cut the legs out from under you the next.
Dr. Arliss Loveless
Right. Will you excuse me, Mister West? Thank you.
Clip 8
There's going to be a hanging. Unless James West can talk his way out of trouble. And it doesn't seem from this exchange that this is going to be at all easy.
Man
Looks like we need to teach y'all a little lesson about how to behave in polite society.
James West
Never drum on a white lady's boobies at a big redneck dance. Got it. Whooo! I sure am glad we got that cleared up!
Clip 9
That woman whose breasts James drummed on at the party? Well, in his defence, he thought she was Artemus Gordon in disguise. He thought she was a man, man!
James West
I stand before you as a man realising that I have done something wrong. And Darling, I'd like the opportunity to make it right. Will you marry me?
Woman
[Gasps]
James West
That means no. Okay, Darling... listen... would it help at all if I said I thought you were a man?
Clip 10
Rita has a way with men. Even when James plans to dump her in the middle of nowhere, she can talk her way out of it. By appealing to Coleman. Who's a fool for a half-naked woman, apparently.
James West
Coleman, stop the train. Miss Escobar's getting off.
Coleman
Who the hell's Miss Escobar?
Rita Escobar
I'm a frightened, starving, half-naked young woman who only wants to find her father.
Coleman
Half-naked?
James West
Coleman, stop the train.
Coleman
We're not putting anybody off out here in the middle of nowhere. Especially if they're half-naked.
Clip 11
Hmm. Do you think that perhaps, contrary to his protestations, Rita Escobar has worked her magic on Artemus Gordon? Just a little? It seems all he can think about is T&A. If you catch my drift.
James
I told you she'd be a distraction.
Artemus Gordon
She's not a distraction. It's nice having her on board. She's a... breath of fresh ass.
James West
Pardon me?
Artemus Gordon
What?
James West
You said ass.
Artemus Gordon
No, I didn't. I said it's nice having her on board, she's a breast of fresh air.
Clip 12
Artemus is famed for his gadgetry. He's the Q of the Wild West. Even his pad and pen are spring-loaded and emerge from his coat sleeves on demand. So where would he keep his tool kit?
Artemus Gordon
Oh look, my auxiliary tool kit. I forgot all about it. It must have slipped out of my pocket.
James West
Your pocket? Why wasn't it on some spring-loaded contraption that shoots out your ass?