Cowboy: "Horse talk!"
Jill Hennessey: "Talking to you brings me little pleasure, but I'm glad we're getting that horse back."
Cowboy: "More annoying drivel! I am hitting on you!"
Jill Hennessey (Jo?): "If that's what you wanna call it. Anyway, let's do this."
Cowboy, verbatim: "I know you're not gonna flunk him just on account of me being halfway fresh!"
Jo, verbatim: "Naw, that'd make us both unprofessional assholes."
Nice. You just shot up in the rankings, lady.
While Ronnie gets out onto the track to do whatever thing is going to fuck him up, Jerry meets with Goose.
Goose: "I'm seven minutes late, because I'm an alcoholic or something."
Jerry: "It's okay, buddy. It's all right."
Goose: "How's the family? Of Degenerates, I mean. Obviously."
Jerry: "We're doing great. We're buying that horse you helped Twitch almost win."
Goose: "Oh. Great. Um, good luck with that. Or are you saying I can train him? Apropos of nothing, 'Mon Gateau' means 'My Cake.' I guess Your Cake, now."
Jerry: "Renzo Twitch wants you to have five percent."
Goose: "I can't pay for upkeep, because I'm an alcoholic or som..."
Jerry: "-- No, no. Five percent of the purses. Bills are on us."
Goose: Heartbreakingly happy slash touched by this.
Good old Twitch.
Degenerates: "[Incomprehensible horse talk to the effect that their horse is great, but you never know with horses; Jerry is great, but you never know with junkies.]"
Lonnie: "Maybe that time I got beat up by a couple of scary middle-aged women served as a wakeup call."
Degenerates: "I guess so. Not really seeing the connection, but okay."
Jerry: "So everything's set up. Joe likes him, we are about to meet up with the Cowboy and pay him, and then MG goes to Escalante's barn."
Twitch: "We're buying a horse!"
Wheels: "I am opposed to jubilation on a fundamental level."
Jerry: "And I fixed everything with Goose. He nearly cried into his beer."
Twitch: "Today is making me so happy I seem seconds away from a brutal and senseless end."
Doc: "Leon, you're very tiny. Do you eat? I know sometimes jockeys don't, so they can stay super tiny. But in the world of medicine, we now know that not eating can sometimes cause you to smash your face."
Leon: "[Some aphasic Cajun mishmash that does nothing to help the doctor confirm whether or not he is still concussed. You gotta help a brother out.]"
Porky Pig: "That's just how he talks, Doc. Please let him ride horses immediately, despite his blown pupils and talking like he's having a Narm."
Leon: "Oh, Ronnie's about to ride a horse! I hope his horse runs faster than other horses. Can we watch this instead of tending to my serious brain injuries?"