- Gil Favor: [yells at steer] Move, you slab-sided mountain goat! Now! Move!... All right, all right, fella. Look, I know, I know you're beat. So am I. Now MOVE!
- [slaps the steer with his hat several times]
- Rowdy Yates: [to Pete Nolan] Ah, that steer is too spent to move. The boss is trying to raise the dead.
- Gil Favor: [to steer, gasping] Now, look feller, I said I understand. You're beat, I'm beat, everybody's beat. Nobody... nobody thinks we can do it. But we're gonna fool 'em, ain't we fella? Now you're gonna move, you're gonna move or I'm gonna break your back, buddy. Now move! Haaa! MOVE! HAAA!
- [slaps steer with hat repeatedly; steer climbs to its feet, trots off]
- Wishbone: That's exactly why I started out the letter the way I did saying, "Dear Gil." You'll excuse me, Mr Favor.
- Gil Favor: Of course, Mr Wishbone.
- Wishbone: 'Cos I knew the minute he laid his eyes on that "Dear Gil," he'd know that something was mightily wrong.
- Gil Favor: Yes, I would, if I'd ever got the letter.
- Rowdy Yates: He's in trouble, Pete. That "Dear Gil" and that "Regards G W Wishbone," sure sign of it.
- Gil Favor: The lead steer went bad, butcher him. Quince, cut out the substitute lead, get him moving at the head of the herd as quick as you can.
- Mushy: Mr Favor, why are you gonna kill that steer for? Why don't you just put him back with the herd?
- Gil Favor: Ah, Mushy, the rest of the herd has just got used to following that lead. It's just the way of cattle, or people for that matter.