Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Is, uh, is, uh, you folks, uh...?
Margaret O'Hara: Could you be apt to telling me if there's a certain Mr. Millford, the horse breeder, anywhere about?
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I don't rightly know what you's saying, missy. I'm here to pick up some folks that's going out to Mr. Millford's farm. A couple of foreigners.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: What language is this strange person talking, Maggie?
Margaret O'Hara: I'm not sure.
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Don't y'all speak the English language?
Margaret O'Hara: Yes, we do. Now, you listen carefully. This is Mr. Shawn O'Hara. I'm his niece. We've come all the way from Ireland. Mr. Millford's expecting us. Mr. Millford!
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Yes'm. You is which I'm looking for. I'm Mr. Millford's boy.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: His boy, you say?
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes, sir. Murphy's the name, sir.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Murphy - Did he say Murphy?
Margaret O'Hara: I think he did, Uncle Shawn. Did you say Murphy?
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes, missy. Murphy. They calls me Walkin' Murphy.
Margaret O'Hara: Walkin' Murphy?
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Most of us Murphys down here just sit. I walk.
Margaret O'Hara: Well, that's fine.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Murphy! Now what part of Ireland are you from?
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I don't rightly know, sir. Us Murphys down here only got a casual acquaintance with the Irish.
Margaret O'Hara: Come on, Murphy. Take us to Mr. Millford.
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I almost forgot what Mr. Millford said.
[clears his throat]
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Welcome to Kentucky, the Bluegrass state.
Margaret O'Hara: Thanks, Murphy. Start walking.
Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Paris, Murphy, Bluegrass...
Margaret O'Hara: It's a strange, new world, Uncle Shawn.

Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: We really got to go east and do some buying. I got my eye on one or two I think we can get.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Good, we'd better start right away.
Mrs. Charles S. Howard: Wait a minute, now, I don't know whether I trust you two boys to go shopping or not.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Shawn will see that no one puts anything over on me. Have you any particular favorites?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: No, not offhand. Oh, yes, come to think of it, now. I do know of one. And he shouldn't cost you too much, either. Sir, it would be a pleasure to go east to the sales with you. Indeed it will, sir!

George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: I hear you're a magician, Shawn. You can look at a yearling and tell like that whether he'll turn out champion or cow.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: You exaggerate my abilities, George, but...
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: But that's exactly why you're here, Shawn.
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: Oh, brother! Why, we can't even tell when they're two-year-olds. Even after we've tested them plenty against each other we sometimes let a future winner go to the sales.
Margaret O'Hara: Perhaps you've let too many winners get away, Mr. Carson.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Now, Maggie, naturally George is doubtful.
Margaret O'Hara: If it's proof you want, Mr. Carson, listen to this: In all the years Uncle Shawn trained for Lord and Lady Maitland in Ireland, devil a colt that turned the trick was sold by them.
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: All right, Miss Margaret. Let me in on the secret, will you?
Margaret O'Hara: Of course. 'Tis simple. When it comes to a thoroughbred horse, Uncle Shawn is fey.
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: Fey? What's that?
Margaret O'Hara: It has to do with the little people: elves, gnomes, fairies.
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: So we're going to have the fairies pick our horses for us. Well, I give up. Boss, you can have my resignation whenever you want it.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Of course not. Don't fly off the handle. You and Shawn will make a great team.

Margaret O'Hara: [about Seabiscuit] He is small. A full hen below the rest.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Sure he's small in the body, but big in the heart.
Margaret O'Hara: What do they call him?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Seabiscuit. You'd be hearing the name someday.

Margaret O'Hara: Aren't you going to have some of your chocolate cake? Wong makes it grand.
Ted Knowles, Jockey: No, I can't touch it. But, I could have some if... Margaret, listen to me. You wouldn't marry Ted Knowles the jockey. Would you marry Ted Knowles your Uncle Shawn's assistant?
Margaret O'Hara: Ted, do you really think he meant you?
Ted Knowles, Jockey: Yes, that scheming, conniving old faker. He's as sound as he ever was. You know what I think? You put him up to it.
Margaret O'Hara: Oh, no, Ted. It was his idea entirely.
Ted Knowles, Jockey: You O'Haras. I think maybe I'm marrying a -
[Margaret kisses him]
Margaret O'Hara: An O'Hara will do anything to get what he wants. At least, that's the way it is with this O'Hara.
[Ted kisses her]
Ted Knowles, Jockey: [pulls out a wedding ring] Here. Try this on.
Margaret O'Hara: Oh, Ted, darling. It's sparkling like my heart. And how did you happen to bring it along tonight? Could it be, now, that you've planned the whole thing with Uncle Shawn?
Ted Knowles, Jockey: No. I bought it the day before I went to the hospital. I've been carrying it around just in case. The O'Haras have nothing on the Knowles when it comes to getting what they want.
Margaret O'Hara: Ted, darling, you're a wonderful boy to give up what you love best for me.
Ted Knowles, Jockey: What I used to love best doesn't count anymore. You're my favorite across the board.

Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Did you buy anything?
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: No, but I'm going to buy one now, if you'll sell. I saw a three-year-old of yours running in a selling race this afternoon, smallish sort of colt with big knees, Seabiscuit.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Seabiscuit? Why do you want him?
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Well, you can't shoot for the stakes all the time. I gotta have some horses for cheap races. He was entered for 6000. Will you take 8000 for him?
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Well, I think so. How about it, George?
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: The string's pretty large, boss. We've got a lot like him.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: It's a deal, Charlie.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Good. We'll get him tomorrow. By the way, Tom, I hired Shawn O'Hara on the strength of your letter.
[Mr. Milford and George look at each other and laugh]
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: What's the joke?
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Oh, nothing. Only George and I know now why you want the Biscuit. And listen, Charlie, when you get him back to California, don't let Shawn stable him in the living room!

Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: I agree with you, Margaret, he should get to a warmer climate.
Margaret O'Hara: Where should I be taking him for a warmer climate?
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: You'll go with him?
Margaret O'Hara: Oh, indeed'n I will, sir.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Well, what about your nursing?
Margaret O'Hara: I'll be nurse to him and him alone until he's well.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Well, then. I think we'd better make it California. Charlie Howard bought a stock farm out there. He could use a man like Shawn.

Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: You judge the next two or three, George. Shawn and I won't open our heads.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I'll not so much as whisper. I give you me word.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Come on with him.
[stable hand brings up Seabiscuit]
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: And that was bred here? What is it?
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: Seabiscuit by Hard Tack out of Swing On.
stable hand: He's always been kind of runty.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Yeah. Runty's right. Look at those knees. Big enough for a three-year-old. Well, George, deciding about this one won't strain you.
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: Get him to the shipping paddock, quick.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: One minute. Mr. Millford, I gave you me word, and you can call me what you like, but I'm going to have me say. I'm begging you, I'm praying you, don't let this little man go.
George Carson, Head Trainer at Milford Farms: Well, can you beat that? Boss, I've stood for a lot here this morning, but if you keep this runty, big-kneed thing on the say of this Irish expert, I'm getting off the place.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Man, you don't know what you're saying. I'll leave, and gladly, to trouble you no more on one condition: give this colt a chance to show you what he can do.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: Nobody's going to leave over one yearling. Shawn, I promised George, and I'm keeping my word. Shipping paddock.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: The day will come, sir, when you'll hold your head higher and breathe deep to be called his owner.
Thomas Milford, Owner Milford Farms: You die hard, don't you, Shawn.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I doubt if it's hard enough.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: A good soldier, home from the wars.
Mrs. Charles S. Howard: So many, many battles, poor darling.
Ted Knowles, Jockey: No Santa Anita for us, fellow.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Don't say that yet, Ted.
Ted Knowles, Jockey: What else would I say?
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: I don't know. What about it, Shawn?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: The stud is the place for him, sir.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: He can't be brought back?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I don't think so.
Mrs. Charles S. Howard: But Charlie, he's earned a rest.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: You brought back Golden Girl, remember?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: A young thing that ran half a dozen races with a feather on her back. He's run near 100, 30 of them in record time with high weight on him.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Then there's no chance?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: A faint one, if any.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Faint or not, we'll take it. Not even you can talk me off the Biscuit, Shawn.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: As you say, sir.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: Well, what's the program?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Well, give up everything else and devote ourselves to nursing him alone.
Charles S. Howard, Seabiscuit's Owner: All right, that's it. Ted, you stay and help us. We'll bring you back, too.
Ted Knowles, Jockey: Thank you, sir. I'll stay.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: But I'll tell you all the news later. Get in some other clothes. You're going to Santa Anita with me.
Margaret O'Hara: Well, Seabiscuit isn't running today, is he?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: No, he's not, but you'll see something with two legs who's in a fair way to become a champion himself. Need I tell you his name?
Margaret O'Hara: No, you needn't. I can't go. I'm on duty.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: You love Ted, don't you?
Margaret O'Hara: Please, Uncle Shawn. This isn't the time or the place. I told you, I'm on duty.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I'm thinking of your duty to yourself. You're neglecting it shamefully. You'll never be happy sticking your head out of sight like a bloomin' ostrich. Hold it up proud, me girl, and face the truth. Now, hurry, you're free for the afternoon.
Margaret O'Hara: Who said so?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: The superintendant. I just talked with her.
Margaret O'Hara: You didn't tell her we were going to the races?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I told her you were my niece, that I was from Ireland, and that I'd be in Los Angeles for just this afternoon.
Margaret O'Hara: Why you lying old devil.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Oh, you do me a great wrong, Maggie. There's not a word of a lie in it. You're me niece right enough, and surely to goodness I'm from Ireland, and I'm driving back to the ranch this very night.
Margaret O'Hara: Are you sure it was the superintendant, Miss Newsome, you saw? I doubt her letting anyone off for any reason.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: That's it, Newsome. A sour, old witch with a voice like a foghorn, and an eye like a tomcat.
Miss Newsome, nursing superintendant: [coming up behind them] Did I hear my name?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Me dear, lady, you did indeed. I was just talking about a Miss Newsome of County Kerry. I was thinking how strange it was that you, so kind, so generous, so understanding, should have the same name as that old harridan. Get into your street clothes quickly, child. There's a service at All Saints at two o'clock.