- Jim Quince: [opening lines with Joe asleep, Rowdy relaxing, and Jim massaging his sore feet, all under the shade of a tree] Oh, boy. Well, anyway I tell you that, I said, son, are you plum crazy? You know what signing up with a trail drive means? Well, It means stampedes, heat and dust, winds and rain, mud, misery, and the monotony, starvation, thirst.
- Rowdy Yates: Indians!
- Jim Quince: And Indians. Now wait a minute. You gotta be fair about this. You just won't find no Indians out in this neck of the woods.
- Rowdy Yates: You wouldn't, huh?
- Gil Favor: [Mr Favor arrives] All right, what do you think this is, some kind of wild west show or picnic?
- [He looks down at the children who are sitting against a wagon wheel]
- Gil Favor: Mmm! Kids!
- Rowdy Yates: True, but don't let the size of them fool yah.
- Gil Favor: What's your name? Huh? What's the matter?
- [He bends down from his 6 feet 4 inches height and says to the little girl]
- Gil Favor: I ain't gonna bite.
- Yellow Sky: Touch her, I'll cut your heart out.
- Rowdy Yates: She CAN talk.
- Rowdy Yates: [Rowdy sings to the children in the back of the wagon while playing his guitar] Riding high, riding fast, always on the go, this is just a drover's life, this is all I know. Head 'em up, move 'em out, always on the run, just to make a few more miles before the setting sun. I've never had a love to call my own, a poor drover's life is always alone. Into every cattle town, it's always been the same, guess I'm just a saddle bum, they don't know my name. Guess that I am rough all right but I've never done no wrong. This is such a lonely trail, oh Lord it seems so long. I'm gonna leave some day, go far, far away and find me a home and love of my own. I'm gonna find that little girl, and I will someday... I'll change my Rowdy ways. I've never ever loved to call my own, a poor drover's life is always alone. I'm gonna leave someday, go far, far away, and find me a home and love, and love of my own.
- Gil Favor: [with the little girl in his arms] There you go. I told you I wouldn't bite. Cause I got to admit, I bark too much, don't I? There, nothing to be afraid of, not any more.
- Rowdy Yates: Mr Favor,
- [Rowdy rouses the boss from his sleep, he's lying against the wagon wheel, the little girl asleep by his side, her hand firmly in his]
- Rowdy Yates: The cattle I gave the Arapaho, they seem to be drifting back. There's some buzzards in the sky over east. I thought we oughtta take a look.
- Gil Favor: Yeah, well, you better take Jim with yah. I'm sorta tied up.
- Wishbone: Whither thou goest, I will go. Whither thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, any thy God, my God. Book of Ruth.