Yeah, you know, I saw you and I was about to say to my brother Buzz: "I never seen a black horse with white stripes.
You dimwit! He is obviously a white horse with black stripes. Now, anybody could see that.
Most scenes together: Franny & Tucker (8), Stripes & Sandy (5), Tucker & Goose (4)
Yeah, you know, I saw you and I was about to say to my brother Buzz: "I never seen a black horse with white stripes.
You dimwit! He is obviously a white horse with black stripes. Now, anybody could see that.
They cannot be serious. This will not stand. I will not allow that beast to run in my competition.
Please, Father, don't interfere. I can win it fair and square.
*scoffs* That's not a risk 'm willing to take!
Leave me alone!
Well, well, well. What have we here? [chuckles] 1987 VHS of Songs from Mother Goose.
You there! See what happens when you forget your place? The racetrack is no place for a zebra!
What did you just call me?
A zebra, which is what you are! You really didn’t think you were a horse, did ya?
The others made fun of me, since I was born. All I know is that I'm different
Tucker doesn't understand. He didn't even know that I was a zebra. He doesn't get it. What's he ever done?
Now, let me tell you somethin', kid. I've made a few claims about ponies. This guy's all hair, and no brains.
AAAGH! Hit the hay!
Come here. [to herself] These people think they know everything. You tell somebody something, they get an attitude.
Hey, I didn't know that goat was packed.
Come up here. I want you to take a look up there. You tell me what you see.
No. Look closer.
That's Sir Trenton!
And who else?
Tucker!
That's right - Tucker. He trained Sir Trenton. He and the Chief trained all the winners, and not one of them ever... EVER... thanked him.
How come he never said anything?
Because to him, actions speak louder than words. He believes in you, and you're gonna have to believe in him too.
I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I'm the last one who should be name calling.
Come on, look at me kid; when you got legs shorter than a sheepdog, you get used to being made fun of. I can relate.
It's just... ah... I'm not really a racehorse. I'm a... [sighs again].. I'm a zebra.
So what? To me, you're just a horse with stripes who needs an attitude adjustment.
Tucker, you don't really think I have what it takes, do you?
Listen to me, kid; you're right. You don't have the strength or natural ability of one of the thoroughbreds..
.. but have got more heart than all of them put together.
But the gate.. I freeze up. It keeps me from running. I don't know what it is; I-I can't do it.
Look, most horses are afriad of the gate at first. It's perfectly normal, but they get over it - you will too. You just keep running, okay? And let the chief worry about the gate; he knows what he's doing.
[Stripes takes a moment to consider]
"Hey, pal. You ever try shutting up?
You ever try swimmin' in cement horseshoes? 've taken down punks bigger than you.
Yeah? What'd you do, talk 'em to death?
Hey, be careful, pony-boy, or someday somebody's gonna wake up with your head in their bed.
I shoulda guessed from the size of that pecker you'd be a big-mouth.
Watch it stumpy. I'd cut you off at the knees but it looks like somebody's beaten me to it.
Kids these days. No control. Now back in my day...
Oh, here we go with the ancient history lesson. Enough!
Hey, kid, what's your problem?
I'm not a racehorse.
What does that mean?
I don't belong in the gate.
No, no, you're wrong. And I'll tell you why. Racing is for anyone--Anyone with a fire burning in their heart.
What do you know, you little nobody? You never raced.
Just say what you mean, Franny. We haven't spoke in Latin, since the pigs left.
Oh, that's just great. The race is in four hours.
Well, uh, he went out last night, he said he was gonna go find Sandy, and he...
And, well, Miss Softy, you just let him go, didn't you? [to Goose] Goose, time to earn your keep.
I'm on it.
Okay, we can rule out genius. [Franny kicks him] Hey!
Don't make me chew open a can of pony whup.
Save the sweet talk for later.
Don't pay any attention to him. Listen, he's all whinny and no-bite. I'm Franny, this is Reggie, and Mr. Sensitive here is Tucker.
And that old goat there is an old goat. [the door opens] Uh-oh, it's the Chief.
He can be your student, and you can be his cousin.
I swear, Franny! The more any animal can be funny looking, the more you wanna keep him!
Keep him? But, Tucker, you used to be nice.
Yeah, but I got over it.
Why do you have to be such a horse's [bleating] a-a-a-a-a-ass?
Reggie?
Yes?
Get off my back.
Nice Mohawk, dude. [to Trenton's Pride] Uh, what's a Mohawk?
Young Trenton's Pride: Shut up, you idiot.