A Day at the Races Page #9

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- Oh, get away!

I don't wanna smell anything!

Get him out of here!

Come on! How many men

does it take to do this?

Come on, Skee Ball!

Come on, Skee Ball!

Come on, boy!

Skee Ball wins! He wins at everything!

Let me out of here.

Okay, sheriff, what are your rates

for a cell with southern exposure?

Gil, Hi Hat couldn't have tried harder.

We were just unlucky.

Great race, Skee Ball.

Great race, Skee Ball.

Get out of here!

Get him out of here!

- Why, it's number 7!

- Hi Hat's the winner.

- Hi Hat wins! Cancel that reservation.

- It's Hi Hat!

Gil, come on! Come on,

I want to put the wreath on the winner!

One more yell out of you, and he'd

have jumped over the grandstand.

- Stuffy!

- Stuffy, you were wonderful!

- Oh, boy!

- I haven't seen so much mudslinging...

...since the last election.

Come on, boy! Hi Hat!

- Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Emily, I have a little confession to make.

I really am a horse doctor.

But marry me,

and I'll never look at any other horse.

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