Duration: 58.9s

Morning, fellas. Fine morning, ain't it? You know why it's a fine morning, don't you? Come on. Set 'em down. I want 'em all lined up here, just like a pretty little chorus line. Yeah, look at that! - Look at that. Oh, Lord! - I can't stand this guy. Yes. Richmond, Virginia. - Smell my ass! - After he smells mine. Gee, Red, it was a terrible shame about your horse coming in last, an' all. But I sure do love that winning horse of mine, though. I owe that boy a great big, sloppy kiss when I see him. Why don't you give him some of your cigarettes, instead? Lucky fuck. Hey, Tyrell. You pull infirmary duty this week? How's that horse of mine doing? Dead. Hadley busted his head up pretty good. The doc had already gone home for the night. Poor bastard lay there till this morning. By then, hell, there weren't nothing we could do.