Carlton: Will, cheer him up. Sing him a song.
Will: Man, I ain't singing him no song.
Carlton: [sings] The sun'll come out Tomorrow [Hilary and Ashley join in] Bet your bottom dollar That tomorrow There'll be sun
Vet: I'm afraid the sun won't be coming out tomorrow for that old boy.
Carlton: What do you mean?
Vet: Too many years. Too many races. The owner wants me to put him down.
Carlton: When?
Vet: Tomorrow.
Will: [sings] It's only a day away...