[after Lane gets kicked in the groin by the bull]
Kellie Frost:
Is he OK?
Cody Lambert:
He's fine. He ain't gonna be such a romantic buckaroo for a while but he'll be fine.
Kellie Frost:
I don't like Bull Riders... They're little men with big egos. Besides, he's got one of them skinny butts like the rest of em'.
Kelly's Mom:
Honey, I judge a man more by the size of his heart then his rear... It's likely to do you more good.
Cody Lambert:
That's what we need Tuff, a trademark.
Tuff:
I got one, it's hard, full of juice, and barely fits in my jeans.
Lane Frost:
Ohhh, Tuff.
Tuff:
It's my flask, Lane. Cody, want some OJ?
Lane Frost:
[about marriage] ... I guess it's like Bull Ridin'. You gotta stay on and try not to get bucked off.
Tuff:
Were a tradition. Last of the dyin' breed.
Tuff:
Cowboy Up.
Kellie Frost:
They say it's not when you get hurt bull ridin', it's how bad.
Lane Frost:
Naa, the bulls don't want nuthin' to do with ya. They just wanna buck you off and get on with there business. A'sides... people'll heard you a lot sooner.
Lane Frost:
[to bronc rider in bar] What's your name?
Tuff:
[in background] Shithead!
Lane Frost:
Awwww Tuff! You wet the bed!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
