Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The four horse? It's got leprosy. - The coat's rough...
I shall require your autograph.
I bet it all, honey. I let it all ride.
- I never heard that. - If you open it, then it's your fortune.
Boys, meet Evangeline!
Because...
He found six.
- Watch it! - When did I last have a winning week?
- The number four horse. - Four...
Hey, watch it, watch it! The four horse is a goddamn Clydesdale!
I don't belong here with these losers,
- It's Up Yours, then Fleet Dreams... - Come on, baby, come on!
Which was My God?
- It's my survey. Take your own. - I like the six.
$69,000!
I knew it! I knew it!
- If you didn't, I would have bought it. - Bernie is rich.
What do you like in the third?
What is it now? It's...
Remember your mother's house? The plate glass window?
Who knows? Maybe you'll get a discount for coming close!
That's the guy.
- Pay up, you deadbeat! - No!
The reason I like this horse a little,
- Look... - Excuse me!
How about a beer?
Please note that in this afternoon's eighth race,
on the three horse in the seventh race?
Be here in half an hour. I love you.
- Did you bet? - Yeah!
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. But I love my wife.
Guess who?
What is it they say? Nothing ventured, nothing...ventured.
Quaaludes?
joined by Dream Roadblock, going in quietly.
Shy Ruler will be next. He goes without any problem.
...is a jealous man.
On what?
Fucking flying son of a bitch! Fucking flying whore!
Come on, four!
You had it! You were the one who had it!
A number is going to flash! Four!
Remember the time you rat-holed a five up your ass?
May I buy you a drink?
- ...Faith Healer going best of all... - Come on, Faith Healer!
- Fleet Dreams on the inside... - Come on, come on!
Wallender is Having a good day
I don't know! That's how many it has!
- $1,400 a day! That's a lot. - Yeah, for being big.
Seen Looney?
Let it ride? I hate this place.
You haven't picked a winner in 27 races
I'm never going to cook, or clean.
- Whatever you do, don't bet on that! - Why not?
Fucking flying son of a bitch! Fucking flying whore!
- Pam? - I'm drinking and flicking ash around.
- 'Cause I won on one lousy race? - You never know.
Two guys are asleep on the table on the right. A bulb's blown overhead.
I'll owe you for the rest of my life. You're the greatest man that ever lived.
She's dying!