— Who let you take it out? Get off the horse right now.

— Who says?

— I do.

— Hold your horses — he needs to run. He’s been in the stable for three days in a row. I can’t even get him to lie down.

— You’re wasting your time. He was a dark horse back then, but now he’s just a regular/ordinary horse. Why are you covering his ears?

— Because his hearing you!

— Whatever you say. I think you’re beating a dead horse.

— I’m not so sure. This old friend and I have a lot in common, don’t we, Silver Blaze?

—Talking to a horse now? You’re bonkers...

— I don’t want to listen to you. I actually have big plans for him. I’m going to train him until he’s ready to beat those slow donkeys.

—You’re going to have him compete? Are you crazy? That’s a pipe dream!

— Well, I think that if I pull some strings... you know. I’m sure he has a chance.

— Where did you hear such a stupid thing?

—Directly from the horse’s mouth.

— I figured. Now get him into the stable. I mean it. You’re putting the cart before the horse.