The Story of Seabiscuit

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Is, uh, is, uh, you folks, uh...?

Margaret O'Hara: Could you be apt to telling me if there's a certain Mr. Millford, the horse breeder, anywhere about?

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I don't rightly know what you's saying, missy. I'm here to pick up some folks that's going out to Mr. Millford's farm. A couple of foreigners.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: What language is this strange person talking, Maggie?

Margaret O'Hara: I'm not sure.

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Don't y'all speak the English language?

Margaret O'Hara: Yes, we do. Now, you listen carefully. This is Mr. Shawn O'Hara. I'm his niece. We've come all the way from Ireland. Mr. Millford's expecting us. Mr. Millford!

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Yes'm. You is which I'm looking for. I'm Mr. Millford's boy.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: His boy, you say?

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes, sir. Murphy's the name, sir.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Murphy - Did he say Murphy?

Margaret O'Hara: I think he did, Uncle Shawn. Did you say Murphy?

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes, missy. Murphy. They calls me Walkin' Murphy.

Margaret O'Hara: Walkin' Murphy?

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm. Most of us Murphys down here just sit. I walk.

Margaret O'Hara: Well, that's fine.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Murphy! Now what part of Ireland are you from?

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I don't rightly know, sir. Us Murphys down here only got a casual acquaintance with the Irish.

Margaret O'Hara: Come on, Murphy. Take us to Mr. Millford.

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: I almost forgot what Mr. Millford said.

[clears his throat]

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Welcome to Kentucky, the Bluegrass state.

Margaret O'Hara: Thanks, Murphy. Start walking.

Walkin' Murphy, Milford's Boy: Yes'm.

Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Paris, Murphy, Bluegrass...

Margaret O'Hara: It's a strange, new world, Uncle Shawn.