[commenting on the girth of the new ranch hands]
Roy Rogers: Cookie, if you don't quit hiring your relatives...
Cookie Bullfincher: Well, Roy, after their mama died...
Roy Rogers: ...we'll never be able to feed Europe!

[Roy catches Caroline Bullfincher after she faints from seeing a mouse]
Roy Rogers: I can tell she's your relation - she weights a ton!
Cookie Bullfincher: Oh, she ain't that big.
Roy Rogers: How old did you say she was?
Cookie Bullfincher: Oh, well, let's see. When I left...
[the "unconcious" Caroline whacks him in the stomach]
Cookie Bullfincher: ... oh, ow! Ah, I don't rightly remember, Roy.
Roy Rogers: Well, you know how we tell the age of horses don't you?
Cookie Bullfincher: Look at their teeth?
Roy Rogers: Right!