EPISODE
GUIDE 
His Brother's Keeper
Jim: Yeah. Rather be home
watching a basketball game. And this betting on helpless animals
thing -- it's ridiculous. I don't know.
Blair: What? Helpless animals? What are you talking about? These are superior athletes. These horses are bred for sport. They lead lives of total pampering. The best food, the best medical care, and then they get to go out and stud.
Jim: A little jealous there, Chief?
Blair: Yes, I am.
Blair: You used to be a
jockey?
Pat: Mm-hmm. Well, now I find my excitement in... in other places.
Blair: Really?
Pat: Mm-hmm.
Blair: Well, that's funny 'cause I'm an anthropologist and alternative social environments happen to be my specialty.
Jim:
And you knew.
Blair: But I didn't lie, though.
Jim: But you knew.
Blair: But I didn't lie.
Jim: Yeah, but...
Blair: You never told me you
had a brother.
Jim: There's nothing to tell.
Blair: What do you mean there's nothing to tell, Jim? I mean, your sentinel abilities could be hereditary. What if he's got it too?
Jim: All right. We'll pack him up and ship him off to Peru for eighteen months, see what happens.
Blair: Well, you know, I could apply for a grant.

Simon: Get your bets down all right?
Joel: What's this nag he's betting on called again?
Brown: Flash in the pan?
Blair: Come on, guys, let's not be bitter, let's not be bitter. I put some money down on Little Stogie, too.

Jim: Don't you guys have anything better to do? All the kid did
was make a bet on a horse.
Blair: Yeah, yeah, yeah, the right horse.
Jim: Remind me to call you when we need a hostage negotiated, huh?
Simon: Why would
anybody want to kill him?
Blair: Uh, maybe he knew something.
Simon: About what?
Blair: I-I don't know.
Simon: Sandburg, if you don't have anything useful to contribute, why don't you just sit down?
Blair: Well, I did have a hot tip on a horse in the fifth tomorrow, but...

Jim: You really want to be seen with those clowns?
Simon: Who's buying the brews?
Steven: Yeah.
Jim: You know, all my friends aren't like this.