- Grandpa: I suppose you think I'm too old, too!
- Grandma: I didn't say that! I just said you were talkin' ugly.
- Grandpa: Naw, you didn't say it - but you was thinkin' it!
- Grandma: Well, there's no gettin' around the fact that it's been a good twenty years since you've tampered with wild cattle.
- Grandpa: Now, ain't that great. Give a woman the best fifty years of my life, and she loses faith in me.
- [last lines]
- Cowhide: And that's how I come Sub Doyal so mad, and Grandma got her garden back and plowed out. I guess we showed the champion roper of Texas a thing or two about catchin' outlaw cattle - me, and Duke, and Grandpa!
- Grandma: What's your grandpa doin' up a tree?
- Cowhide: Nothin' much - just sittin' there on his horse.
- Grandma: On his horse? Up a tree? Now, Cowhide Atkins, you just settle down and tell me what has happened to your grandpa.
- Cowhide: That's what I been tryin' to tell you! Grandpa's stuck in a tree, and we can't get him down 'til we bring the choppin' axe.
- Grandma: Ohhhh, land of Moses.
- Grandpa: I was runnin' wild cattle while you and your friend Shirley here was gettin' your britches hung on with safety pins!
- [first lines]
- Cowhide: My grandpa, Bate Atkins, is like a teased snake this morning - mad enough to bite himself. It's because Grandma nagged him clear on into a corn patch to plow out the weeds.
- Cowhide: Grandpa's an old-time cowhand, but it sure rankles him to work at anything he can't do from the saddle of a horse.