Vágta (2003) 85% 45★

Tom Smith: Tudja, nem dobunk el egy egész életet, csak mert egy kissé megbicsaklott.

Charles Howard: Will he race?
Tom Smith: No. Not that one.
Charles Howard: So why are you fixing him?
Tom Smith: Cos I can. Every horse is good for something. He could be a cart horse or a lead pony. And he is still nice to look at. You don't throw a whole life away just 'cause he's banged up a little.

Tom Smith: Minden ló jó valamire.

George Woolf: Érdekli a véleményem?
Charles Howard: Persze.
George Woolf: Úgy vélem, jobb, ha a férfi a lábát töri, mint a szívét.

Charles Howard: The horse is too small, the jockey too big, the trainer too old, and I'm too dumb to know the difference.

Charles Howard: [talking about War Admiral] What the hell does that mean anyway? Perfect. He's perfect. What the hell does perfect mean?
Marcela Howard: What?
Charles Howard: You show me something that's perfect, I'll show you something that's not.

Tick Tock McGlaughlin: No more match races for this little pony because quite frankly they're all out of matches. Who's he gonna race? Pegasus? I pity these other horses.

Charles Howard: You could be crippled for the rest of your life.
Red Pollard: I *was* crippled for the rest of my life. I got better. He made me better. Hell, you made me better.
Charles Howard: Red…
Red Pollard: And that's as much my horse as it is yours.

George Woolf: Do you wanna know what I think?
Charles Howard: Of course.
George Woolf: I think it's better to break a man's leg than his heart.

Tom Smith: He lied to us! You want a jockey who lies to us?
Charles Howard: What do you mean?
Tom Smith: He can't see. He is blind in one eye.
Charles Howard: It's fine, Tom.
Tom Smith: It's fine?
Charles Howard: Yeah, it's fine. You don't throw a whole life away just cos it's banged up a little bit.