I hear you're a magician, Shawn. You can look at a yearling and tell like that whether...

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