Jay Trotter: May I… buy you a drink?
Mrs. Davis: I don’t see why not. I’m on the pill.
Marty: Eight’s the one, I’d stake my life on it.
Jay Trotter: They’ve got a $2 minimum bet.
Mrs. Davis: There’s a fine line between winning and losing.
Jay Trotter: Yeah. The finish line.
Looney: [after Trotter won but Looney didn't even bet] I’d hate to have to walk around this track with seven hundred dollars cash.
Jay Trotter: Seven hundred and TEN – and you’ll never have that problem, because the only reason I won is that you didn’t bet! You are the unluckiest person in the world!
Looney: Am not!
Jay Trotter: Am!
Looney: Am not!
Jay Trotter: Am!
[pulling out his racing form]
Jay Trotter: Who do you like in the second?
Looney: The six horse looks pretty good…
Jay Trotter: [dramatically crosses out the six horse on his racing form] You got a brother?
Looney: In Cleveland.
Jay Trotter: Call him up, ask him who he likes. I figure it’s in the blood!
Jay Trotter: [after realizing he has just one a heap of money while watching the race among the social elite] Did I win? Did I WIN? SON-OF-A-BITCH! GOD LIKES ME! HE REALLY, REALLY, LIKES ME! WHAT A DAY! WHAT A FABULOUS DAY!
Looney: [following Trotter as he leaves the betting booth] Hey, Trotter! I got an idea on how we can make some money. We take the tape, right. We play it for the trainer. With what he just made on that last race, maybe he wouldn’t mind slippin’ us like five grand…
Jay Trotter: …I already got rid of the tape.
Looney: [drops to his knees] AAAHHHHHH!
Jay Trotter: I just saved you from a lengthy jail sentence.
Looney: I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!
[slams his money on the betting counter]
Looney: Fifty bucks on Junebug to win! It’s the same name as my cat.
Jay Trotter: [waiting for the race result to be announced] I’ve done nothing to deserve this anguish.
Jay Trotter: Gimme forty-eight $50 win tickets on the three horse in the seventh race.
Ticket Seller: [starts pushing buttons] So, I have to give you forty-eight $50 win tickets on the three horse in the seventh race…
Jay Trotter: Wait! Wait! How much does forty-eight $50 win tickets on the three horse in the seventh race *pay*?
Ticket Seller: Let’s see… forty-eight $50 win tickets on the three horse in the seventh race at…
Ticket Seller: [whistles]
Ticket Seller: …twenty-nine to one will pay you approximately…
Ticket Seller: [moves his lips and mumbles to himself while figuring]
Ticket Seller: …sixty-nine thousand dollars!
Jay Trotter: [puts $2400 in cash on the counter] Let it ride!
Ticket Seller: What’s the number?
Jay Trotter: [smile fades away]
Ticket Seller: It’s a house rule! You’ve got to give me a number!
Jay Trotter: [puts the box with $69,000 in cash on the counter] Let it ride!
Ticket Seller: Is it all there?
Jay Trotter: I took out a little for the wife and a few things, but basically, yeah, it’s all there!
Ticket Seller: I can’t give you win tickets for that! That’s over 1300 win tickets! It will jam up the machine!
Ticket Seller: [leans forward]
Ticket Seller: The counting room!
Watching toteboard go from 40-1 to 8-1]
Looney: Probably some coke dealer went nuts again.
Vicki: You know what they say, ‘Nothing ventured, nothing… ventured.’
Greenberg: She has very long legs.
Vicki: Thanks. They go from my ass all the way to the floor.
Vicki: She’s pert. If you like pert.
Ticket Seller: All kind of balls…
Bodyguard: One of his is crystal.