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Does integrity, tradition and honor...
There's a Waffle House like this in Odessa, Texas.
So how do I do it?
I'm not some just jerk driving range pro...
- I didn't come here to play for second. - Simms'll always be second.
We swipe enough free shit, we may pay for this fiasco.
Look at me.
I didn't mean it like that.
You're using them on your first lesson.
62.
Dollar Bills
That's it?
Absolutely, Roy.
Boss, you blew that one.
You ride her until she bucks you...
I don't know who this guy is.
Nice par Bob
What?
Nobody's watching.
Okay, guys. You know what? We better go. Come on.
...with an ex-girlfriend who is also a stripper. You broke that rule.
He'd have to drive 100 miles to Midland or Odessa.
...hitting his 8th shot.
Not tonight.
We'll just call this Roy's mental preparation for the U.S. Opening.
...and no one gets the riddle, I get the pot.
Dear Jmog,
Tree Putt
'Cause you get that look on your face.
Who is McAvoy?
It's in Odessa. I'm from Odessa. I was born there.
...conservative.
You go up there and take a drop. Try to save par, like yesterday.
Hello?
It will.
What do you think you look like shooting chili peppers up Gary Koen’s ass?
I'm fine.
Stay up!
Been a while.
Oh, that was great.
For 15 holes, you seemed to grasp the concept here.
It’s a seminar
You went for the green on 18 today. Do you think that cost you?
Romes, you come back!
...I am your caddy.
Every one of them, brand-new Titleist.
I'm with you, Roy.
Get your hands off her.
That's it.
...making $7 an hour in some driving range.
...and add a golf theme, then, Romeo...
Hell, Mott
Bye, nice meeting you.
I'm just saying let him loose, let it rip...
...although no one has knocked it onto the green in 2 here today.
How'll you do that in front of everyone?
...steroid jerk!
I'll bet.
I could.
Jimmy, if he lays up, he takes the bogey out of play.
We're playing Cottonwood, where you once shot a 59.
I heard you put a monster number up there.
No shit, Sherlock.
And, Harold, give me a vodka tonic with a twist.
I think I can help you with the mental aspects of the game.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Quit fucking around.
Because you're not thinking about shanking or Molly.
You're there.
He's the reason you're learning.
Sweet 62!
No.
Why did you wait so long to leave that Simms character?
The bottom, just, boom, fell right out of the market so I needed a new gig.
Unbelievable.
The Sports Machine brings you a bizarre incident...
Me?
Hell, I got corporate sponsors and 30 bucks a ticket.
You the man, Cup.
You can't ask her advice about the woman you're trying to hose.
You might want to make some plane reservations Friday...
...to bet on which crow'll fly off first.
Practice playing it safe.
My problem is, I've never been with a man who went for it.
That was INCREDIBLE!
You see...
...club head, okay?
what about that bunker shot on 18
We’re Home!
He only needs par to tie. Tell him to lay up.
We'll just call this Roy's mental preparation for the U.S. Open
It's to prepare for the Open.
Quitting?
He's a juvenile idiot.
I'll finish.
If you had been just a little nicer to me when we were an item...
Nice shot.
I'm no expert here, but it seems to me that...
Well, I missed a 4-foot putt on 18.
Please, Mr Mott?
Ryan golfing 18 pars Cmon man...
You should've been there.
lklklklklklkl
...with out of bounds on the left. The 2-iron seems best.
Gimme a ball.
Okay, Ben, back at 16.
That was incredible! That was the shot of the tournament!
The all-time lowest round in a major doesn't belong to a Jack Nicklaus...
God! First time you can qualify for the Open!
I put together a tournament...
Now, old Roy...
The bag's lighter. You happy?
You did.
Nobody's heard from Molly?
You can't throw that dog leg with a 3-wood.
This is promising.
The big dog just ate something.
Fairways and greens Dave and don't forget to wave
Greatness courts failure, Romeo.
No one beamed him aboard.
Don't force it if it don't...
Says it's a head thing.
It's a spa.
Another driving range pro, it's all we needed.
...thinking about getting into your heart.
...shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance.
He may be a soulless robot...
Me?
Dollar bills.
...and with his short game...
...but here he is, going ten under, if he makes it.
The sun's struggling to appear.
There's only one other acceptable theory about how to hit the ball.
Here's to the finely-tuned athlete on the verge of greatness.
Way I'm swinging today, nothing bugs me except insufficient applause.
...this Roy McAvoy, this Tin Cup this empty cup...
No.
You owe me $12,000.
But then there's the 7-iron.
I got carried away with the David thing. I should have...