Warmblood: Light bulb? What light bulb?
Any foal: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned-out light bulb?
Thoroughbred: Just one. And he'll rewire the barn while he's at it.
Shetland pony: I can't reach the stupid lamp!
Saddlebred: Sorry, just had my hooves and mane done.
Morgan: Oh, oh, me, me! Pleeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I?
Quarter Horse: Let him do it, you can pet me while he's busy.
Trakhener: Light bulb? Light bulb? That thing I just ate was a light bulb?
Akhal-Teke: Zero! ATs aren't afraid of the dark!
Holsteiner: How DARE that light bulb burn out!! How DARE you ask me to change it!! OH!! [Flouncing off]
Appaloosa: No, don't change it. If it's dark, maybe no one will see me raiding the feed room.
Arabian: That's what we pay the help for. I'll just chew on his shirttail while he's at it.
Connemara: We'll just be after havin' a nip of the Bushmill's, we will, and then we'll not be noticin' the light.
Andalusian: Let the maid do it, I need to go roll in the mud.
Clydesdale: Och, and ye'll just be usin' up the ‘lectricity, ye' will, better tae use a wee bit of candle ... better yet tae not waste either and just gae tae sleep when the sun gaes doon ... electricity is verra dear.
NSH: [fidgeting all the while] Lights? Lights? Where? Do you want me to pose? This is my good side ... no wait, let me get my mane straight... no wait, this angle is all wrong. No, wait, maybe this is my good side. Do you want dramatic ... or bold ... or maybe sensitive ...
Shire: (Yawn) Who cares?
Haflinger: Show me where it is and I'll do it, no problem! Can I clean a little too while I'm at it? You want me to fix lunch for you to while I'm at it?