Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, boys. Let's go.
- [Girl] I saw Big Red! - [Woman] Good girl, sweetheart.
I'm asking you! My father's been sick for quite a long time now.
I hope...
But he didn't. And now I've got Secretariat.
But you don't want to back off.
- Big day, Mrs. Tweedy. - Mmm-hmm.
That's true, I am.
- Is that who you've become? - Jack...
Practical thing would be to put him in a nursing home.
Did you hear?
Go!
that her woman's intuition will only take her so far.
- What was that? - He didn't fire. He didn't sound right.
It's true. The last horse I rode ran so hard his heart burst.
I want you.
When you earn your own money, you can buy gowns for every party.
Daddy used to always say that rich people are rich
I think that fellow is going to make Lucien say things in French
- Come on, Ronnie, move. - Sham has taken the lead.
[Horse groans]
You're the best owner I ever saw.
If his jockey won't back off, Red won't back off. From anything!
[Mr. Cleaver] I'll put some thought into it, all righty.
Ain't nobody seen it because Red won't soften up his mouth for nobody but you.
and stupid as their owners are.
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength
Sham now third on the outside by two lengths.
- Great riding, Ronnie. - Good job.
Yeah, well...
Sham and Angle Light driving to the wire! Secretariat fading!
They're at the head ofthe stretch and Sham is the leader.
[Woman] More than three thousand years ago,
- Yes. - [Laughter]
Why? Why do you need to live with it?
[Indistinct chatter overlapping]
But if he were to lose just one of the Triple Crown races
Secretariat
What is this? Come on. We need you here, Penny.
multimillion-dollar gamble we housewives make every day.
Penny Tweedy.
Good Morning Marietta Trish done ate her breakfast this morning!
Kate...
- [Children] Bye, Mom! - Be good!
[Male announcer] The remaining field, now entering the gate.
You really think he knows what he's doing?
He does.
[Snorting]
when he is aware ofthings, but we shouldn't expect much.
[Fanfare plays]
If I ever even hear your name again, I will see that you go to prison!
It's Secretariat. Secretariat and Russ Miron.
That is exactly what I'm saying.
Would you tell Jack and Hollis about the document that Daddy left for you.
Lucien will do anything to prove he's not a loser. That's where they're weak.
Come on now, Red, come on. Don't get distracted. Focus. You got it.
[laughs] I do. I like the hat.
This isn't about going back.
I wish we could just race him under his name. Red.
Well, Lucien and I were so hoping that you'd be able to ride in our next race.
When we're done, you'll be calling Sham the super-horse!
Big old Dust done swigged his breakfast this morning!
And I do! Just because this place is going downhill it ain't my fault.
I'm meeting somebody. Hello, Mr. Phipps,
He's trying to retire.
J.R. , don’t fall off
- Can we talk about this some more? - Yeah. OK. Fine.
- This is no good. - [Announcer continues, indistinct]
I think I got your problem here, Lucien.
Conditions are perfect. The track is rated very fast.
Don't Fall Off!
The guy couldn't train his own bowel movements.
after he finishes horseracing.
Oh...
Yeah. I present it as a civic arts summer program, so...
Oh, I... I just wanted to see how you're doing.
Use bad judgment. Put a horse into too much traffic where he can't run.
Secretariat's got bone chips, bad ankles, bad knees.
He's got an abscess.
He couldn't train a monkey to pick at his own butt.
Let's enter him, then.
[Lucien] It wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
J.R. Don’t Fall Off
[Woman] Come on, Sham!
Phipps has the best horse people in the world. You know more than they do?
Let me hear.
Right now this horse is all sleep and eat.
[Indistinct chatter]
- [telephone rings] - ♪ All is calm
Well, that's why I've come to see you, Mr. Laurin.
- It's how your daddy likes it. - Oh.
What does he see?
[Crowd cheers]
Ma'am...
But at least we've given ourselves the chance.
How do you expect we can fetch a good price on the farm
[Starting bell rings]
Full of adventure, like I could...
Belmont Stakes, NEW YORK!!
Three-quarters of a mile: 1:12 and a fifth.
They are: Good evening, Kmart shoppers.
- Yeah! - Where is Lucien?