The Story of Seabiscuit

"Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Is, uh, is, uh, you folks, uh...? Margaret O'Hara: Could you be apt to telling me if there's a certain Mr. Millford, the horse breeder, anywhere about? Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I don't rightly know what you's saying, missy. I'm here to pick up some folks that's going out to Mr. Millford's farm. A couple of foreigners. Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: What language is this strange person talking, Maggie? Margaret O'Hara: I'm not sure. Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Don't y'all speak the English language? Margaret O'Hara: Yes, we do. Now, you listen carefully. This is Mr. Shawn O'Hara. I'm his niece. We've come all the way from Ireland. Mr. Millford's expecting us. Mr. Millford! Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Yes'm. You is which I'm looking for. I'm Mr. Millford's boy. Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: His boy, you say? Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes, sir. Murphy's the name, sir. Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Murphy - Did he say Murphy? Margaret O'Hara: I think he did, Uncle Shawn. Did you say Murphy? Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes, missy. Murphy. They calls me Walkin' Murphy. Margaret O'Hara: Walkin' Murphy? Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Most of us Murphys down here just sit. I walk. Margaret O'Hara: Well, that's fine. Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Murphy! Now what part of Ireland are you from? Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I don't rightly know, sir. Us Murphys down here only got a casual acquaintance with the Irish. Margaret O'Hara: Come on, Murphy. Take us to Mr. Millford. Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I almost forgot what Mr. Millford said. [clears his throat] Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Welcome to Kentucky, the Bluegrass state. Margaret O'Hara: Thanks, Murphy. Start walking. Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Paris, Murphy, Bluegrass... Margaret O'Hara: It's a strange, new world, Uncle Shawn."

"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."