Rip: You ask them questions, Kayce, and the questions will never stop. You tell me what you need, and I'll take care of it. They won't question me. Kayce: Well, you said they need to respect me. Rip: You let me handle the wranglers, and you'll have both. That's my job. Kayce: Alright. Get them up to pasture nine. You choose the way. Rip: I don't choose the way. I make sure no one questions yours.