At least he's a gentleman.

G. W: l doubt that.
You have to be a man first
before you're a gentleman.

He misses on both counts.
Hey, sonny, you gonna
ask him again?

Hey, boy, you got to
pocket your pride.

You got to beg.
You better listen
to an expert, sonny.

l'm telling you. You got
to grovel. Human nature.

Gets 'em every time.
Mister, leave me alone.
Everybody does it
one way or another.

Heh heh heh!
About that job,
Mr. McLintock.

l already told you, son,
l've got no need for farmers...

or use for 'em.
Just one minute,
Mr. McLintock.

My father died last month.
That's how come
we lost our homestead.

l've got a mother
and a little sister to feed.

l need that job badly.
What's your name?
Devlin Warren.
Well, you got a job, son.
See my home ranch foreman.
He's over at the corral.

(Bunny laughs)
Step down off of
that carriage, mister.

Hold that hog-legg.
G. W: l've been punched
many a time in my life,

but never for hiring anybody.
Aw, l don't know what to say.

l never begged before.
lt turned my stomach.
l suppose l should have been
grateful you gave me the job.

G. W: Gave?
Boy, you got it all wrong.
l don't give jobs.
l hire men.