Palmer: Okay… I’ve found my other pocket. Now you listen to me, this is your last chance. I have a certified check for $100,000… and if you take this offer I’ll give your dad his job back.
Cale Crane: [Cale takes the check and looks back at her dad] Dad?
Ben Crane: If it was me I’d tell him to take his money and his empty trailer and get the hell off our farm. But… that’s just me…
Cale Crane: So you’re running the big colt Goliath’s Boy in the classic?
Palmer: That’s right. Goliath’s Boy is the favorite. And when he wins the cup it’ll be my fifth horse of the year.
Cale Crane: You think Goliath’s Boy remembers what Sonya’s butt looks like?
Palmer: Why?
Cale Crane: That’s all he’s gonna be seeing of her on race day.
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You are a great champion.
When you ran, the ground shook, the sky opened and mere mortals parted.
Part of the way to victory, where you’ll meet me in the winner’s circle, where I’ll put a blanket of flowers on your back.
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Even that quote can’t inspire me. All that stupid movie did was make me want to cry. I’m not a believer in happy endings. There’s no such thing. I don’t believe in soul mates, and I don’t necessarily believe in destiny. Fate is what God determines for us although we do have some choices in the matter.
I’m a realist and I’m getting tired of all these stupid doe-eyed people walking around in their own little dream world. Let me tell you that your rude introduction to reality is probably going to come in the shape of some event that will be equivalent to you being hit by a bus (figuratively not literally). Prepare for it because all I’m going to say when it happens is “I told you so”.
I’m going to go curl up under a blanket with a Harry Potter book and try to forget the world. Oh crap, I can’t even do that, I have to work tomorrow. Maybe one day God will deem me fit enough to win a million dollars so I can retire by the age of 30….
Am I bitter at the moment? Definitely. Am I irritable? I generally am to some degree. Am I irritated? Of course.
I somewhat envy those oblivious people living in fantasy world, to be able to walk around without a care or a clue in the world. At the same time though, I know I’m better off being a realist.
I think I’m going to shut up now.
