Seabiscuit

George Woolf:
Wanta know what I think?

Charles Howard:
Of course.

George Woolf:
I think it's better to break a man's leg than his heart.

Charles Howard:
You could be crippled for the rest of your life.

Red Pollard:
I was crippled for the rest of my life. I got better. He made me better. Hell, you made me better.

Red Pollard:
That horse is as much mine as he is yours.

Tom Smith:
One more thing.

George Woolf:
What? Let him catch me on the backstretch? You know, you're not the only one who knows this horse.

Red Pollard:
I lost?

George Woolf:
No, you clobbered him.

Red Pollard:
I'm fine George. I don't need your help and I sure as sh*t don't need your charity. Leave me alone.

Charles Howard:
Son, what are you so mad at?

George Woolf:
You know, if you did more riding and less talking you might start winning some races.

Red Pollard:
I got two bucks says I beat you in this one.

George Woolf:
I'm not sure you do but I got five bucks says that you don't.

Red Pollard:
Though he be but little, he is fierce.

Red Pollard:
That's Shakespeare, boys, Shakespeare.

California Doctor:
If he breaks it again, it's possible he could never walk again.

Red Pollard:
He just said it's possible. Well, hell, anything's possible. We've proved that already.

Red Pollard:
This isn't just any race. This is the Santa Anita. I had that race. I was there.

Charles Howard:
I know.

Charles Howard:
It isn't just the leg. He could fall off. He could get trampled. He could. . .

Marcela Howard:
He could die?

Marcela Howard:
You know I play with this all the time, too. No matter how hard I try, I can't get that damn ball to stay in the hole. Just let him ride. Just let him do it.

Sam:
You sure that leg'll hold you?

Red Pollard:
He's a 1200 pound horse, Sam. I'm an afterthought.

Sam:
No, I meant your leg.

Tom Smith:
You don't throw away a whole life just 'cause he's banged up a little.

Tom Smith:
Every horse is good for something.

Tick Tock McGlaughlin:
$100,000? Makes me wanna walk on all fours and put a saddle on my back.

Tick Tock McGlaughlin:
One comeback I can take, but two? Who's next? Lazarus?

Tick Tock McGlaughlin:
No more match races for this little horse because frankly they're all out of matches. Who's he gonna race? Pegasus? I pity these horses.

Charles Howard:
Go ahead, eat.

Red Pollard:
I'm not that hungry.

Charles Howard:
Sure, you're not.

Red Pollard:
It's just a lot of food.

Charles Howard:
I'd rather have you strong than thin.

Charles Howard:
The horse is too small, the jockey too big, the trainer too old, and I'm too dumb to know the difference.

Red Pollard:
Jesus Christ. I want to be a horse.

Tom Smith:
You're almost big enough.

Charles Howard:
To tell you the truth, I wouldn't spend more than five dollars on the best horse in America.

Marcela Howard:
You don't think the "H" is too big?

Charles Howard:
You seen the size of our jockey?

Red Pollard:
Brick by brick my citizens. Brick by brick.

Red Pollard:
You know, everybody thinks we found this broken-down horse and fixed him. But we didn't. He fixed us; every one of us. And I guess in a way, we kinda fixed each other too.

Red Pollard:
It's not my fault. Not this time.

Tom Smith:
I told you, look out for Rosemont!

Red Pollard:
I thought I had it!

Tom Smith:
You stopped ridin'!

Red Pollard:
I couldn't see him!

Tom Smith:
What the hell are you talking about? He was flyin' up your tail!

Red Pollard:
Yeah, well, I can't...

Tom Smith:
What?

Red Pollard:
...SEE out there!

Mrs. Pollard:
You should be riding it. You knew the poem.

Mr. Pollard:
Yeah, but he just looks so perfect out there, doesn't he?

Mrs. Pollard:
Yeah.

Mr. Pollard:
That's the poetry, Agnes. That's the poetry

Charles Howard:
Sometimes when the little guy doesn't know he is the little guy, he can do great things.

Tom Smith:
They got so screwed up running around in circles that he's forgotten what he was born to do.