King: What's your business, Mr. Maverick, mining?
Bret: Grass inspector.
Crane: You inspect grass?
Bret: The kind that's always greener in the other fellow's yard.
King: (laughing) And you stop to do a little mowing, too, occasionally, I presume?
Bret: When it's green enough.
King: (laughing) Well, we can't say he didn't warn us.