Wire Salesman: Yes sir, and I expect to sell enough all by myself to stretch from here to Shanghai.
Cattleman: That's just about the right place to stretch it, mister, from here to Shanghai. It's got no business on good grazing land!
Wire Salesman: Cattleman, sir?
Cattleman: I am.
Daisy: What is barbwire?
Cattleman: It's an invention to kill off cattle, ma'am, either by starvation or tearin' 'em to bits. Ain't that right, sir?
Bart: I never argue about politics or barbwire.
Wire Salesman: Well, there's no argument in barbwire. It takes up no room, exhausts no soil, shades no vegetation, its proved against high winds, it's both durable and cheap and makes no snow drifts.
Cattleman: It don't snow in New Mexico.