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[the new owner has shipped dozens of equipment crates to the ranch]
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 reads a letter of instruction from the ranch's new owner]
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.
[after an awkward silence, Sylvia tries start a conversion with Autry's ranch hands]
Sylvia Parker:
Watch me break down their resistance. Well, pards, I reckon you hombres are figgerin' on a rip-snortin' bang-up shindig tonight.
Cowhand:
What did she say?
Autry Musician/Cowhand:
Hombres. A colloquialism indigenous to the southwest. Derived from the Latin, "Homo."复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
