Beth: I mean, I don't, I don't need anything else. Cigarettes, whiskey, the meadow, and you.
Rip: Darlin', you have a warped sense of priorities, I'll tell you.
Beth: No, I don't. Three things that make me feel good and the perfect meadow. I don't need anything else, do you? Alright. You can have a horse.
Rip: I need cows to chase, or there's no reason to ride 'em.
Beth: OK. You can have a couple of cows.