[Well that certainly helps push Dolph over the edge from false bravado to brattiness. He openly pouts, and gives a frustrated snort that causes the ring in his nostrils to jingle from its force.]

What's your problem? Do you know who you're turning down?

[In spite of his attempts to sound intimidating, it sounds a little childish instead. Someone's used to getting his way back home.]

I have years of breeding experience! I've pleased hundreds -- THOUSANDS of cows!

... oh. I get it. Just because y'got those fancy doodads in your hair you think you're too good for me?

[It makes little sense, but he's mad and reaching for any straw he can.]