Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jock Whitney's a no. And Mr. Mellon's on line two.
Fast first quarter in 23.2.
How did you know?
Our father was a great man, but we can't bring him back.
- [Horn blares] - Idiot!
[Shouts in French]
[Male announcer] It's a beautiful day at Saratoga Park.
- Twenty-five pounds of hay. - A day?
- They go where there is a good horse. - We have plenty of good horses.
- Red's last. - He's last. Why is he always last?
Entering the final turn, Secretariat is moving like a tremendous machine!
Secretariat a stunning and distant third!
you need a certain touch.
- [Starting bell rings] - And they're off!
I think we should send him out. It's time. Not that I'm expecting much.
It's not foolish to be unlucky, Mr. Phipps.
Also, watch out for number three, who's going to hold back
Let him run, Ronnie! Let him run!
That speed and endurance don't necessarily go...
And so we return to You your faithful servant, Helen Chenery.
Come on, girls. Let's get you something to eat.
Go hard for the lead. Draw him up close. If he comes, he's ours. OK?
Kate and I were thinking of going to Chile. Just for a couple of months.
In all my years of training
Told him I was taller when I stood on my wallet ~ Bex
- When will you work Secretariat? - Soon.
to buy a share in a horse I could've owned for nothing.
[Soul music plays]
Nobody knows how much he can take.
And if he does...
I'm out of here.
I reckon you heard about Bull Hancock, ma'am?
How much pressure are you feeling from your investors right now?
And I do hope you've inherited his luck.
Nobody's buying yet, are they?
Well, I yelled fore, you idiot. That's what fore means.
[Man 2] Steady! All right!
What do you mean you can't?
Mr. Mellon, thank you for getting back to me.
Loving mother, devoted wife...
[Line goes dead]
You know that horse I chose the day we flipped the coin?
Of course he's the favorite in this race as we look at him in his barn.
And great colts come from great sires.
I moved up our flight to first thing tomorrow. I've got to get back.
Is itjust me, or is that horse posing?
Secretariat refusing to yield. Driving forward.
[Eddie] Calm yourself. Calm yourself.
Thank you.
[Crowd laughs]
Miss Chenery, I risk my life every time I climb on a horse.
- OK. It's OK. - Come on, Ronnie.
[Laurin] I think he's 1100 pounds of baby fat.
I'm in.
Hey, Cabo San Lucas!
You run your race, Penny.
- No nuclear devices on the table. - [Boy] Come on, Dad.
Any concern Secretariat will run the same way he did his last race?
No, we are moving to syndicate his breeding rights.
♪ Holy night
Hi. Good to see you, Mr. Hancock. How are you?
- He got hit coming out of the gate. - We saw he got hit.
[Speaks French]
half ofwhat you do for its owner.
- Good morning. - Best to you.
- [Crowd groans] - [Pancho] Let me tell you
Thank you.
But I can't spend my money on a risk like that.
you've taught our children what a real woman is.
Go, Big Red!
who will call the race for you.
Oh, I think he's coming. Oh!
but your father almost never won our coin tosses.
- The races are longer. - Much longer.
Secretariat is going down.
the match-up between Secretariat and Sham.
I'm his voice.
Listen, we'll take care of the horse, you take care of the reporters.
Your daddy's eyes would always light up when he talked about you.
How smart you are. How much you loved the horses.
And you've taught me something, too.
He looks fantastic.
Sorry.
And you? How could you hold him back that long? What were you thinking?
[Pancho] Let me tell you what you're going to hear from me.
striking terror with his proud snorting?
Our father came from nothing.
And it looks like Ecole Etage has had it, dropping back in third.
You doing all right, honey?
Your mother was a fine woman. It was a privilege just knowing her.
Kate is so beautiful in that gown. And Sarah in hers.
Daddy.
And when he finally does get out of the gate,
I will count you a stranger for the rest of my life.
- You know Ronnie Turcotte, my rider? - Ronnie.
Oh!
♪ For my old Kentucky home
The yearlings are looking good, especially the red one.
Thank you so much, Miss Ham. For everything.
Stallions cost more than mares. No, they're more glamorous.
- Please bring in the dessert. - OK, Mom.