Tom Smith
Charles Howard
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[joking to crowd gathered at a whistle-stop] Our horse is too small. Our jockey's too big. Our trainer's too old. And I'm too dumb to know the difference.
Narrator
Dialogue
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Howard: You could be crippled for the rest of your life.
Red: I
was crippled for the rest of my life. I got better. He made me better. Hell, you made me better.
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Dutch Doogan: I don't know. You still look pretty tall to be a jockey.
Red: I've never been over 115.
Dutch Doogan: Where'd you learn to ride like that?
Red: Home.
Dutch Doogan: Alright, here's the way it works. I pay you 10 dollars a week to ride. You owe nine dollars for your meal, six dollars to sleep in the stalls, three dollar tack fee. That's the deal.
Red: How do I pay all that back?
Dutch Doogan:
[snoffs] You win.
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Red: It's not my fault. Not this time.
Tom Smith: I told you, look out for Rosemont!
Red: I thought I had it!
Tom Smith: You stopped ridin' him!
Red: I couldn't see him!
Tom Smith: What the hell are you talking about? He was flyin' up your tail!
Red: Yeah, well, I can't...
Tom Smith: What?
Red: ...SEE out there!
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[after losing the first race horse race, he threw Red in the stall]
Dutch Doogan: A nose?! You lose a race a nose, you'd better fall off tryin'! Here!
[Dutch Doogan threw the pitch fork at the hay]
Dutch Doogan: Much these stalls down, every damn one of em!! A nose! For Christ's sake!
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