AD: [to Harry] Well, I'll ride for your brand any day Harry. AD: [AD & Harry sit at a bar, Harry starts to leave] What about the whiskey? Harry Dodds: It's all yours, but it's a horse you can't ride. AD: [raises his glass] Here's to swimmin' with bull leg-ged women. Harry Dodds: [to his horse]
Well old friend, we've ridden our string clear out.