Arnold: Woah there, boy. What's the problem?
Horse: Neigh, neigh.
Arnold: The well?
Arnold: I'm not buying you another well. You barely use the one I got you last Christmas.
Horse: Neigh neigh neigh.
Arnold: You don't even buy me anything. I don't see what I owe you.
Arnold: You've only saved my life 4 times at most. And in return I haven't made you into glue when you lost that race.
Horse: [BEGINS TO CRY]
Arnold: Alright then. You can have that well.
See it was about horses and gifts. It has so much meaning and depth and I can tell you just love me for my body.
Peace out, homies.