The Story of Seabiscuit1949

George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms:
I hear you're a magician, Shawn. You can look at a yearling and tell like that whether he'll turn out champion or cow.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer:
You exaggerate my abilities, George, but...

Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms:
But that's exactly why you're here, Shawn.

George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms:
Oh, brother! Why, we can't even tell when they're two-year-olds. Even after we've tested them plenty against each other we sometimes let a future winner go to the sales.

Margaret O'Hara:
Perhaps you've let too many winners get away, Mr. Carson.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer:
Now, Maggie, naturally George is doubtful.

Margaret O'Hara:
If it's proof you want, Mr. Carson, listen to this: In all the years Uncle Shawn trained for Lord and Lady Maitland in Ireland, devil a colt that turned the trick was sold by them.

George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms:
All right, Miss Margaret. Let me in on the secret, will you?

Margaret O'Hara:
Of course. 'Tis simple. When it comes to a thoroughbred horse, Uncle Shawn is fey.

George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms:
Fey? What's that?

Margaret O'Hara:
It has to do with the little people: elves, gnomes, fairies.

George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms:
So we're going to have the fairies pick our horses for us. Well, I give up. Boss, you can have my resignation whenever you want it.

Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms:
Of course not. Don't fly off the handle. You and Shawn will make a great team.