Jarrod Barkley: Nick, did you have to drive those sheep right down the middle of the street?
Nick Barkley: Yes.
Jarrod Barkley: Why?
Nick Barkley: It's against the law to drive 'em down the sidewalk.
Jarrod Barkley: All right, Nick, you've got pride. Now that's just fine. But you're about to take on this entire valley. Do you think you're big enough?
Nick Barkley: Might be interesting to find out.
Jarrod Barkley: Nick, this is no joke!
Nick Barkley: Do you see me laughin'? I hate those mangy sheep with their ugly, short legs! I can't breathe when I'm down wind of 'em!
Jarrod Barkley: Then why keep them?
Nick Barkley: Because they're mine!
Nick Barkley: Get them walkin' vermin off my land! Off!
Nick Barkley: You touch just one of them sheep, Carl, and you'll find me on your door-step!
Heath Barkley: What are they doing here, Nick?
Nick Barkley: What does it look like!
Heath Barkley: Where did they come from?
Nick Barkley: Well how do I know where they come from!
Nick Barkley: Where is Josiah?
Jarrod Barkley: I don't know, but the sheep are gone.
Nick Barkley: I finally meet a man as stubborn and as stupid as I am.
Jarrod Barkley: Hey, wait a minute. Where do you think you're going?
Nick Barkley: I know, I know. The law should take care of this. Well maybe the law can take care of Josiah's buryin'.
Jarrod Barkley: Now listen. You keep talking like that and we won't even offer to come with you.
Nick Barkley: One fool's enough in any family!
Nick Barkley: [Nick walks into the saloon up to the bar] Whiskey.
Carl Wheeler: I didn't expect to see you so soon.
Nick Barkley: Why not?
Carl Wheeler: Well, I figured you'd still be driving those sheep to slaughter.
Nick Barkley: I got thirsty.
[to the bartender]
Nick Barkley: Whiskey. C'mon, c'mon.
Carl Wheeler: Then you still got 'em?
Nick Barkley: Last time I looked, yes.
Carl Wheeler: When are you gonna get rid of 'em?
Nick Barkley: Look, I'm getting tired of people asking me stupid questions!
[Again to the bartender who still hasn't moved]
Nick Barkley: Are you deaf? I said whiskey!
Bartender: I can't do it, Mr. Barkley, much as I'd like to.
Nick Barkley: Do what?
Bartender: Look, they'll-they'll break up my place. They'll put me out of business. I-I just can't serve a-a sheepman, not in this town...
Nick Barkley: [Nick quickly grabs the bartender roughly by the collar] You call me that one more time, and I'll tear this place up!
[imitating a sheep sound]
Chambers: Now, he looks like a sheepman.
Franklin: He sure acts like a sheepman.
Dan Kelsey: Smells like a sheepman.
Carl Wheeler: Then he must be a sheepman.
Franklin: Hey, Kelsey, why don't you ask that sheepman to move down-wind a little.
Dan Kelsey: Sheepman, you're making my friend here sick.
Chambers: Guess I'm lucky. I got a cold.
Nick Barkley: Now when I get back here, I want to see a bottle and a glass waiting for me. All right?