First that blasted ox, now a gall-darn jackass. Might as well be ridin — Tall Tale

"Theres this man named Bell. Hes claiming that people can be hundreds of miles away and hold a conversation like theyre as close as I am to you."

"[referring to Babe] Is that ox really blue?"

"You sure do know a lot for a half-growed piglet, so how’s this for plain English: stay away from the horse or hell kill you."

"[surrounded by thugs] Howdy. [a thug punches him]"

"Everybody and their dogs probably after us by now."

"I hate the farm! I wish youd sell it, I hate it! [...] Its nothing, its just a dried up, miserable piece of ground!"