*Kramer is reading a newspaper. Couple of men behind him are talking.*
Man1: This, it's the fourth horse of the first race, Pappanick.
Man2: How do you know it's going to win?
Man1: My UPS-guy tells. Guys who own the horses are regular customers.
Every horse he has ever given me has won.
See, they've been sandbagging and looking for a good spot. He's been
getting it light cause they've been using bug boy and the workout hasn't
been published. Now they are ready to run with it. They are gonna break his
maiden. It's going to go to great price, maybe 30:1. I'm telling you ,it's
a lock.
Man2: But it rained last night.
Man1: Exactly, this horse loves the slop. It's in his bloodlines. His
father was a mudda', his mother was a mudda'.
Man2: His mudda' was a mudda'?
Man1: What did I just say? Come on, let's go to the office, I'm going to
call my bookie. Hey, don't tell anybody.
*Kramer quickly turns away*