— Will he get better?
— Already is... a little.
— Will he race?
— No. Not that one.
— So why are you fixing him?
— Because I can. Every horse is good for something. He could be a cart horse or a lead pony. And he's still nice to look at. You know, you don't throw a whole life away... just because he's
banged up a little.
— He lied to us.
— What?
— He lied to us. You want a jockey who lies to us?
— What do you mean?
— He can't see. He's blind in one eye.
— It's fine, Tom.
— It's fine?
— Yeah, it's fine. "You don't throw a whole life away... just because it's banged up a little bit."
But, heck, everybody loses a couple. And you either pack up and you go home, or you keep fighting.