Nash: So, I hear that you're in the horse racin' business again.
Joe: Nick tell you that?
Nash: Oh, no, I can't get a word in edgewise with him. He's too busy on the phone with veterenians, and track officials and trainers. All about Mr. Woody.
Joe: Well, we got great news. It seems that the vet that diagnoised him with a bowed tendon was all wrong, we went to two other vets and had him checked out. He's fine. He's ready to race.
Nash: And?
Joe: And what?
Nash: Yeah, exactly. It's the 'ant what' part.
Joe: You know what, bro, you have a very supicious mind.
Nash: Thank you! I'm a cop. So now what's goin' on?
Joe: Look, Nick and I worked it out, it doesn't involve you. So you can just relax. Jeez.
Nash: Uh huh. So... I'm not gonna hear about how it all went wrong at some later point?
Joe: Yes.
Nash: Is that yes I will? Or yes I will not?
Joe: I'm not even gonna dignify that with an answer, man.
Nash: Well how about a head nod? (Joe shakes his head) Does that mean 'no' or does that mean--
Joe: Will you just drive and let me live my life. Damn!
Nash: Uh, well, it's your life. But it's my father.
Joe: Okay, nothing's gonna happen. I guarantee it. Feel better?
Nash: Worse.
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