 By Warwick Evans
- George:
- Come on old boy! You know I've got the only trainer who can handle that horse. I'll
double my offer.
- Horse owner:
- Any offer you like George. He ... is not for sale. Come along, let's have that drink I
promised you.
- Announcer:
- S.O.B. Brandy - never far away from suave, sanctimonious, self-satisfied, jumped-up
whippersnappers - all going for the world record in pointless, petty one-upmanship.
- George:
- You know, my man could have made that horse a real winner.
- Horse Owner:
- Oh you're absolutely right George. But unfortunately your trainer ... drank himself to
death on a bottle of brandy just half an hour ago. Didn't anyone mention it?
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