Jess: This is a very sad case. I mean...
Walt Miller: My niece, she goes to veterinary school. We're all very proud of her.
Jess: Top of my class.
Walt Miller: So, what do you, uh, what do you think?
Jess: Terrible horse. She's very sickly.
Walt Miller: He. He... He.
Jess: He... He. Oh! I wish I had brought my stethoscope. I'm seeing a lot of split ends. The mane is totally the wrong cut for the shape of his face.
Walt Miller: So you're saying that this horse, right now, the way it is, will never race again?
Jess: Damn it, Uncle Buck! This horse will never race again! Why did you fly me all the way out from Grenada if you weren't gonna listen to me? [quietly] Yes, con!
Walt Miller: Shh, shh, shh!