advertisement [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."