Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the only way this horse can lose is if lightning strikes!
Congratulations. You got the long shot.
10.27, and I'll be finished at noon. I can be home by 12.30.
Hey, hey! How about a beer and two aspirins? And two Maalox.
A horse with a large ass in a field like this, it's a winner.
Charity's conscious!
Has gambling affected your home life?
- This is your half. - For me?
is if she's struck by lightning in the starting gate.
If I listen closely, I hear my wife telling our attorney, "Go for his balls!"
Don't shoot yet! I haven't got my money!
Thanks. That was really sweet, honey.
I'm begging you, be quiet.
- Nothing! - Here's what we're going to do.
- Any Wild Turkey in season? - Sir!
What's the name of that six horse? Let me see the jockey's name.
I'm rich!
The winner of today's first race, number four, Charity...
I am not gambling! I am not gambling! I am winning!
Makes my stomach turn.
- ...80, three... - Towards the rent.
The favourite, Blurred lmage, Lo Fat...
- Buy them at a carpet sale? - Let me throw him out the window.
Don't worry, because we'll all be here to pick you up when it's over!
- You're not calling my wife? - The horses are at the starting gate.
I thought he only bet $50.
- Who won? - Photo.
Yes, the finish line.
'Cause the track officials will be all over your ass.
- That is... - Why, it's outrageous behaviour!
Saturday! Good. I see.
I knew a guy once, comes to the track, hits a $75 daily double.
Lord...Byron.
Purse snatchers are everywhere!
I'm broke.
What a guy!
- He did it! - What did I do?
Three to win. Let it ride.
Go fast and win.
Send champagne to Fleet Dreams' stall and roses to the owner.
Let him kill me! I deserve it!
I won! I won! Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
- That is a shocking incident of bumping. - Splendid Reason wins!
But I like space. Space!
Waiter! More champagne.
Looney said you turned on your friends.
You're welcome.
I settled Looney's tab. Made friends, like you and Vicki, the ticket seller.
Thank you very much, sir.
710! You'll never have that problem,
Hot-To-Trot's sitting at 40-1.
And I recall recently telling my wife I would stop gambling.
- I thought you were dead. - No, I was getting the number. It's eight!
At least give me some of the money and you can keep $10, if you have to bet!
I like Charity, too. He's got a cute nose.
"1.45, doll"! And where are you right now?
- Who do you like? - I like the six.
It's a living.
This is $710.
Let's see, what is that? 30 to 40 a day,