Cuthbert H. Humphreys, governor
of our territory, is a cull.

Do you know
what a cull is, ma'am?

A cull is a specimen
that is so worthless...

that you have to cut him
out of the herd.

Now, if all the people in the
world were put in one herd,

Cuthbert is the one
l would throw my rope at.

At whom, at whom l would throw
my rope at.

Natural born cull.
Another touch, ma'am?
Oh, no, sir, no.
Well, l, l don't mind if l do.
G. W: Good.
You can't walk on one leg.
Oh, l didn't mean
to be vulgar, ma'am.

Can't walk on one limb.
MRS. WARREN: lt's all right.
G. W: Sounds silly.
Only a bird can walk on a limb.

You know my wife?
Her name's Kate.
She insists on being called

Do you know her?
Of course, Mr. McLintock, and
that's what l wanted to talk...

Well, she thinks that Cuthbert
H. Humphreys is panting...

for her like a bull buffalo
at the first green-up of spring.

But what Cuthbert is panting for
is my money.

(Tsk tsk tsk)
Don't make me feel
like l'm drinking alone, ma'am.

Very well, Mr. McLintock,
if you insist.

Down the hatch!
Mr. McLintock...
l have something very important
to say to you.

Very important.
Guess it'll have to wait
till the morning.

No, it's all right.
lt's all right.

Beddy bye-bye.