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Yes, ma'am.

That's my girl, Sandy.

You're the best, babe.

Sandy?

Who the hell is Sandy?

I said who the hell is Sandy?

You don't remember my name,

do you?

What?

Do you?

Is it Claire?

Oh, God.

Hey, man. Stop!

Ow!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Wait, stop! Wait!

It's Misty, right?

Oh, you son-of...

All right, it's Connie.

It's Sally and...

Hey!

Stop! Wait!

I'm kidding.

I... I know your...

Tammy?

Ah, Lord!

Ugh!

I got this.

Sh*t...

Yeah?

Hey, Mark, Keith Krupper here.

Sorry to call so late,

but a horse just crossed my desk.

This just couldn't wait.

Shoot.

He's a two-year-old thoroughbred,

won four in a row.

You know I race quarter horses.

I got no interest in thoroughbreds.

He's a stakes winner,

just voted the best two-year-old in Canada.

Name's Mine That Bird.

His daddy, Birdstone,

won the Belmont.

What's the catch?

He's all American,

bred in Kentucky.

He can't run the big races

in Canada as a three-year-old.

That's crazy.

But the kicker is he's eligible to

run the Juvenile Breeders' Cup.

A two million dollar race,

the whole world will be watching.

How much they want for him?

$500,000.

But I might be able

to get them to take four.

You need to see him, Mark.

Tell you what,

I'll send my trainer up to take a look.

But no promises.

Great.

I'll talk to you soon.

Tower, November 3-4...

Welcome, Mr. Woolley.

Please, make yourself at home.

Thank you.

Can I get you anything

to drink before we take off?

Mmm-hmm.

Bird's been real special

for me. He's real special.

Knew what he was supposed

to do from the word go.

I saw you picked him up

at auction for only $9500.

We stole him that night.

Thought he'd go for a lot more.

Never know where that next

jewel shows up.

Told you he won three stakes

in a row, eh?

Well, not many two-year-olds

put that on their resume.

Then why are you selling him?

Buy low, sell high.

That's what I do.

Uh...

He does this from time to time.

He usually doesn't go too far.

Easy, Bird.

Come on, you dope.

Easy.

That's it. Come on, Bird.

Kinda small, ain't he?

And a little crooked up front.

So was Seabiscuit.

Come on, buddy.

Come here, boy.

Sure got a mind of his own.

You seen him on the track yet?

I don't think it's worth it, Mark.

Well, you made the trip.

Yeah, but I just...

I don't think he's what you're after.

He walks funny, for one.

Hey, look, I had braces on my legs as a kid

'cause I walked funny, too.

Let's give him a try.

Okay.

That was a 46 flat.

What'd I tell ya?

What changed?

You don't even notice

he's crooked when he runs.

The little sh*t

barely touches the ground.

He's got perfect action,

real professional and

he's fast.

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