n Mockridge: Sure is a nice horse. What's his name? ke, Drover: You don't have to put a name on something you might have to eat.

n Mockridge: How come they keep calling me 'Little Mary'? ok, Culpepper Outfit: That's your name, kid. What's the matter? Don't you like it? n Mockridge: No, I don't. It's a girl's name. ok, Culpepper Outfit: Well, that's what they call the cook's helper... Little Mary. Christ, I wish you was a girl.

n Mockridge: I want to go with you, Mr. Culpepper. I ride real good and I can do a lot of things. I mean, I'll work at almost anything, Mr. Culpepper. I really want to go. ank Culpepper: Why? n Mockridge: Because I want to be a cowboy more than anything, Mr. Culpepper. ank Culpepper: Well, that's one hell of an ambition, boy.

ok, Culpepper Outfit: You really got the itch, ain't ya? n Mockridge: Well, yeah, I do. I guess all I want to do is punch cows and ride and, well, just cowboying. There's nothing better than that. That's all I want. ok, Culpepper Outfit: Kid, cowboying is something you do when you can't do nothing else.

ank Culpepper: You just like to travel. ke, Drover: The best part is getting into town or getting out of town. In between is lousy.

ke, Drover: Don't turn your back on me, mister! ank Culpepper: Don't let your mouth overload your hardware, cowboy.