Phil Burbank: Where is the boy?
Jock: How come you don't wear gloves?
Phil Burbank: How 'bout 'cause they're not needed... Castrate fifteen hundred head, then nick your thumb on the last.
Peter Gordon: How old were you when you met Bronco Henry?
Phil Burbank: About the age you are now.
Peter Gordon: Was he your best friend?
Phil Burbank: Yeah... he was. He was more than that. Once, he saved my life. We were way off up in the hills shooting elk, and the weather turned mean. Bronco kept me alive by... lying body against body in a bedroll. Fell off to sleep that way.
Peter Gordon: Naked?
Phil Burbank: Bronco Henry told me that a man was made by patience in the odds against him.
Rose Gordon: Well, brother Phil, we had such a nice trip.
Phil Burbank: I'm not your brother. You're a cheap schemer.
George Burbank: What you said about her boy tonight, Phil. It made her cry.
Phil Burbank: She had her ear to the door?
George Burbank: She was crying, Phil.
Phil Burbank: Well, hell. The boy had to snap out of it and get human. Just pointed it out, is all. She should damn well know.
Stan: No one tell him to soak those jeans?
Mrs Lewis: They dug up that graveyard to make way for the new highway. Among those buried there was a friend of mine. A clumsy tractor driver broke open the coffin, and they found her hair had continued to grow after her death. The whole coffin just stuffed with her lovely golden hair. Except for a few feet from the end, where it was gray.
Peter Gordon: Did Bronco Henry teach you to ride, Phil?
Phil Burbank: Yep. He taught me to use my eyes in ways that other people can't. Take that hill over there. Most people look at it and just see a hill. Where Bronco looked at it, what do you suppose he saw?
Peter Gordon: A barking dog.
Phil Burbank: The hell, you just saw that now?
Peter Gordon: No. When I first came here. See, it looks like a dog with its jaw wide open.
Phil Burbank: You... you just saw that?
Peter Gordon: Yeah.
George Burbank: Did you write to the old lady?
Phil Burbank: Yeah, I dropped them both a line.
George Burbank: Did you say something about Rose?
Phil Burbank: Rose. Yeah well, you and I know what the old lady would feel if she thought you were getting mixed up with her. She'd likely have a haemorrhage.
George Burbank: The old lady would feel as one Mrs Burbank would for another Mrs Burbank.
Phil Burbank: Come again?
George Burbank: We were married Sunday. She got rid of her property in Beech.
