- Wishbone: [Wish is making up a concoction, he gives it a final stir with his forefinger which he tastes to his immense satisfaction] Here you are, just what the doctor ordered.
- Kathleen Dundee: But, Mr Wishbone.
- Wishbone: No Buts about it. There's extract of iron, calcium and phosphorus in it. Just the thing for blood and bones. Now you either take it, or I'll talk.
- Kathleen Dundee: If only I could have seen the villainy behind, the great smile and the twinkling eyes. Lies, LIES, ALL OF IT LIES! The great ranch he talked about, nothing but a mud shack. And the beautiful herd, scraggy, underfed beasts, not fit to tread the pastures with McDuff. That wasn't all either. It wasn't ME he walked to walk beside. It was my wealth!
- Jim Quince: One lost female, four breeding bulls in ton suits, 3,000 head of cattle.
- Rowdy Yates: [Rowdy digests this truth along with his cup of tea] Yeah, and a trail boss named Favor!
- Gil Favor: Joe, all of you, go out there and get rid of those bulls.
- Joe Scarlet: But Rowdy.
- Gil Favor: NO! He's mine! All mine!
- Wishbone: Mushy! Now wait a minute, boss. You better have some coffee. It's good for the nerves.
- Gil Favor: Only one thing gonna help my nerves. BLOOD!
- Gil Favor: Elixir of rose blossom, and honeysuckle buds. Coooe!
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, that's Miss Dundee's. It's the only thing I could find that was strong enough.
- Gil Favor: Boy, are those bulls gonna love you tonight. And all night long too.
- [And Gil drops the elixir into Rowdy's bubble bath and departs for the next crisis: Mushy is in full kilt regalia and Quince is in the tin suit dancing by the campfire along with Miss Kathleen's music]
- Gil Favor: Find her, Mr Yates, find her and her wagon and her bulls and you lump them altogether. That way you shouldn't have any trouble when you leave.
- Rowdy Yates: Leave ?
- Gil Favor: That's right. You are leaving in the morning. You and Mr Quince, and all of Aberdeen, Scotland, and McDuff, and Dundee, and Monmouth, and Canoustie disappear! Just like that, you're all gonna disappear!
- Gil Favor: Of course, well, it'd take a lot of doing to meet her halfway. It'd take an awfully big man to pull that off.
- Richard Whiting: Oh, I don't know. No, I don't know.
- Rowdy Yates: Er, Jim.
- Jim Quince: WHAT? That ain't no range bull. What is it?
- Rowdy Yates: Tell you what, er. You find out and I'll get out of here.
- Kathleen Dundee: And who do you think you are? You great over-sized beady-eyed cross between a.
- Rowdy Yates: Kathleen, that's the Boss.
- Kathleen Dundee: Oh, Mr Favor, of course, oh, how charming.
- Kathleen Dundee: Your Mr Favor is a stern taskmaster, isn't he?
- Rowdy Yates: Well, driving the men is the biggest part of driving cattle, I'm afraid.