Home on the Range (2004)
Maggie: [to Mrs. Calloway] We'd better get to the town quickly. The vultures are circling.
Maggie: [to vultures about Grace's singing] Hey, she's not dying!
Vulture: You sure? We could wait around!
Maggie: We'll keep you posted!
Vulture: [to other vulture] Sorry Clem. False alarm!
Lucky Jack: Ha! Bovine bounty hunters! Now I've seen everything.
Piggy: Gee, you're the biggest cow I've ever saw!
Maggie: Well, if you're in charge, I'll take that as a compliment.
Maggie: If not, I guess I'm just gonna have to sit on you.
Willie Brother #1: Maybe they jus' didn't like yer singin'?
Alameda Slim: [anger steadily rising] My "singin'"? Birds *sing.* Saloon girls *sing.* Little bitty snot nosed children *sing.* I yodel, and yodelin'... is an *art!*
Grace: [singing badly off key] She'll be coming 'round the mountain she'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes...
Maggie: She'd better hurry up around that mountain, 'cause I can't take this much longer.
Maggie: I got it! Why don't we go nab that Alameda Slim and use the reward money to save the farm?
Mrs. Calloway: Oh, that *is* a sensible idea.
Maggie: I knew you'd love it!
Mrs. Calloway: Don't they have sarcasm where you come from?
Maggie: Hey, thanks, everybody! It's great to be here in Patch o' Heaven! Now don't everybody speak at one time!
Maggie: What is this, the frozen food section?
Mrs. Calloway: Step lightly, girls! The male of the species can be extremely hostile.
Alameda Slim: Call me crazy, but I think these cows got it in for me!
Jeb: Well, I think we all know what happens now!
Mrs. Calloway: Jeb, don't start!
Jeb: Now we all get eaten!
Mrs. Calloway: Jeb!
Audrey: But who would eat a chicken?
Grace: Now, let's not play the shame and blame game. This is an organic problem, and there's a holistic solution.
Jeb: You don't get this whole farm concept, do you, sister?
Buck: Rusty! Rico's saddle! I'm wearing Rico's saddle! I'm wearing Rico's saddle!
Rusty, the Dog: Great, I'll leave you two alone.
Grace: Maggie is some fun, isn't she?
Mrs. Calloway: [scoffing] Teaching pigs to throw food. As if they weren't sloppy enough.
Grace: What kind of sheriff's office was that?
Mrs. Calloway: Saloon girls? Gambling? How does he ever get any work done?
Maggie: If that's the sheriff's office, this town rocks!
Alameda Slim: Okay, boys, let's go over this one more time. Who am I?
Willie Brother #1: Uncle Slim?
Alameda Slim: Correct! Now, I put on this hat, and then I put on these spectacles...
Willie Brother #1: Ahh! Who are you?
Willie Brother #2: What have you done with Uncle Slim?
Alameda Slim: Arrgghh! It's still me! Can't you dumb sack of hammers get it right?
Alameda Slim: Um, Gil? Am I correct in assuming that each and every time we brought a herd back to this secret lair, you've managed to sit in the exact same spot, blocking that choice piece of property from my view?
Willie Brother #1: Yeah? This is my comfy place.
Buck: So long, sucker! He must be taking stupid lessons from that buffalo.
[Junior the buffalo snorts down Buck's neck]
Alameda Slim: And judging from the notches on the ears, I'd say this is the last of Big Mike Donald's herd.
Willie Brother #1: Big Mike Donald had a farm?
The Willie Brothers: Ee-ai, ee-ai...
[Slim hits the Willies]
The Willie Brothers: [groaning] Ohhhh.
Lucky Jack: Folks used to call me Lucky Jack. They came from miles around just to get a look at my lucky rabbit's foot.
[Notices his peg-leg is on fire]
Lucky Jack: Dagnabit!
[puts out fire]
Lucky Jack: Happens all the time.
Maggie: [to Piggy] Here, have an apple, kid. Don't go near any luaus, though.
Barry & Bob, the Longhorns: Don't worry, darlin'. I'll protect you.
Mrs. Calloway: You've got exactly 2 seconds to remove your hoof before I snap it off at the knee.
Barry & Bob, the Longhorns: Oh, sorry ma'am, I thought you were the blonde...
[Mrs. Calloway smacks him off-screen]
Maggie: All right, what part of "cover me" didn't we understand?
Maggie: Look, we don't eat meat. It's kind a professional courtesy.