Frog Millhouse:
Well, I'll be hung for a horse thief. Soil testin' equipment. Encyclopedias. VTC and chemicals and poison. Well, who in blazes sent all this junk out here?

Gene Autry:
That's easy, our lady boss. She's goin' to an agricultural college and takin' animal husbandry.

Frog Millhouse:
Husbandry, huh? Well, it do beat all what a woman will do to get married.

Frog Millhouse:
"While I'm not criticizing your management... " - she better not, you sent her more money than she ever got before... - "I feel confident that the application of modern sci-sci-sci... "

Gene Autry:
"Scientific."

Frog Millhouse:
Yeah. "... methods will make a marked difference in profits." Yeah, we'll probably be broke in a year.

Sylvia Parker:
Watch me break down their resistance. Well, pards, I reckon you hombres are figgerin' on a rip-snortin' bang-up shindig tonight.

Autry Musician/Cowhand:
Hombres. A colloquialism indigenous to the southwest. Derived from the Latin, "Homo."