- Jim Quince: Sorry, Boss.
- Wishbone: Oh, yes, it's broke good.
- Gil Favor: Could do with shooting yah, huh, Jim.
- Jim Quince: Might as well.
- Wishbone: Mushy! Get me a couple of barrels of salve and some rags.
- Mushy: Yes, sir.
- Jim Quince: Get me a cup of whiskey! One way of getting a drink out of this outfit!
- Tod Stone: Mister, I couldn't see myself within a hundred yards of a cow. I just ain't that strong in the stomach. As a matter of fact, even drovers give me the queasies. So, if you said your say.
- Pete Nolan: On the cattle trail?
- Tod Stone: That's funny. I didn't read in the Good Book that the Lord decreed this range was just for cattle.
- Gil Favor: You know cattle can't follow sheep. All we want is passage around your flock.
- Tod Stone: I don't blame you. Best grass is always up ahead.
- Pete Nolan: Well, there's a sight that'd give an honest man a fit.
- Rowdy Yates: So you see moon-faced range hogs? Smell of them makes me sick to the stomach.
- Pete Nolan: How could any self-respecting human being ever get started in such a business?
- Gil Favor: [sneering] Takes all kinds.
- Gil Favor: YOU NUMBSKULLS! YOU PLOY-HEADED, LEAD-BRAINED, BROKEN DOWN JACKASS! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T FIGURE HE'D COME OUT HERE!
- Tod Stone: You must be surrounded by a chronic pack of liars. Any cotton-headed fool knows that you can't stampede sheep. Oh, it's true. My flock did get a little restless last night about 1,1.30.
- Gil Favor: Call it what you want. Sorry about the extra trouble we put you to.
- Tod Stone: Well, you apologise to the wrong shepherd, Mr Favor. My dog round up the sheep. See, he works, and I fish.
- Rowdy Yates: We can't go 'round 'em and we can't go behind 'em. What are we supposed to do? Sprout wings and go over 'em?
- Gil Favor: I always knew if you kept talking long enough, you was bound to come up with something smart.
- Rowdy Yates: Huh?
- Veterinarian: I'm gonna give you some herbs, try to crack that fever. It worked mighty fine on a hog.
- Tod Stone: Great.
- Tod Stone: You're through, I excuse you. Clear out, go home. I can get to Twin Hat by myself. Who needs you? I know, some beef-brained cowhand that has to travel in a pack like a coyote. I go alone, always have. I don't need nobody. Get me up.
- [up onto his horse]
- Tod Stone: All the Stones are headed for Twin Hat. Grandpappy has decided to combine the flock and move on up to Idaho. He figures there will be more grass to take away from all the drovers up there. He don't care much for drovers. He taught me all I know.
- Hey Soos: Rowdy, they don't understand. They didn't spend two weeks on a sheep drive.
- Rowdy Yates: That didn't change me any.
- Hey Soos: That's what I keep telling my family in Mexico. I say I am the same man I was before. You know what they call me?
- Rowdy Yates: Well, I.
- Hey Soos: YANKEE! And they spit when they say it.
- Rowdy Yates: Must be all the sheep in the world down there.
- Tod Stone: A beautiful sight, ain't it.
- Rowdy Yates: It's a nightmare. It'll be 20 years before anything grows in that valley again.
- Tod Stone: What's that matter?
- Rowdy Yates: It matters to the cattle that have to follow on through there.
- Tod Stone: And miserable slab-sided scrubs.
- Tod Stone: It ain't always black and white. Run or fight. Sometimes there's a way in the middle.
- Grandfather: Like what?
- Tod Stone: Like talking.
- Grandfather: To cattlemen? How can you talk to something that ain't even human! Ask Perce!
- Tod Stone: Maybe if Perce had talked instead of fighting, he'd be alive to ask.
- Pete Nolan: Hey, the Prodigal's back.
- Wishbone: You don't look too bad for two weeks in Purgatory?
- Rowdy Yates: Oh, no, I feel fine. How's Jim's leg?
- Wishbone: It's fine only he won't admit it.
- Pete Nolan: He's been riding along in the supply wagon like the King of Siam, eating bonbons and reading light novels.
- Tod Stone: Well, neighbour. Like I said, it's been a crazy trip. Crazy beginning, crazy middle.
- Rowdy Yates: And not too bad an ending, all things considered, eh what, sheepman?
- Tod Stone: Right, cowhand.