Drover:
Now where the *hell* are all the bloody stockmen, eh?
Lady Sarah Ashley:
That's what I need to speak to you about.
Drover:
Where's Fletcher?
Lady Sarah Ashley:
We disagreed, and I dismissed him.
Drover:
[Dumbfounded]
... *Dismissed?*
Lady Sarah Ashley:
Yes.
Drover:
Wait, wait a minute, hold on. What about the cattle?
Lady Sarah Ashley:
Well, as he was leaving, he *deliberately* let the cows out of the, uh... I don't know, whatever you call it, and they *ran off.*
Drover:
[Storms off]
Damn! Do you realize, woman, what you've done?
Lady Sarah Ashley:
Mr. Drover, do not take that tone with me *thank you, very much!*
Drover:
[Stomps back to her]
Don't take that tone with ya, huh?
Lady Sarah Ashley:
[Firmly]
No.
Drover:
I'm askin' ya, woman, do you know what you've *done?* I won't get another drove this late in the season, alright? You've cost me my *living!*
Lady Sarah Ashley:
Can't you just round them up?
Drover:
Round 'em up, huh? Oh, round 'em up, yeah. Huh? Round 'em up!
Lady Sarah Ashley:
Yes! You just... go *get them!*
Drover:
Fifteen-hundred head o' cattle, scattered over a million acres with just me, and my two men. That's a *great* idea! Stupid cow...
