Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know you'll pay me.

Are you taking penicillin?

Little Chili-Dipper There

...I knew I was through with bar girls and strippers and...

...but they'll remember your 12!

...where we won all them titles together.

Fairways and greens. Hand me a 2-iron.

Hey, there, Romeo.

You in a hurry, or what?

- A little thin. - A little fucking thin.

...or you'll get slaughtered.

What's going on down there?

You think a guy like me bothers to worry about the percentages?

This is for Venturi up in the booth thinking I should lay up.

I'll say something. If it don't come out right, you say it better.

You ever shoot par with a 7-iron?

His problem is more like why does he always have to...

- Who hit that shot?! - Yeah, who hit it?

I'm the one asking the riddle.

Look, Roy, I came to apologize, okay?

I'm sitting on a 2-shot lead with 3 to go.

I'll think about it, and I'll give you a call.

You're the Mexican Mac O'Grady. Figure out why I'm shanking.

More than Earl.

You the man, Roy. You the man.

Would it be inappropriate if I asked Lee Janzen for his autograph?

Or was it 7-iron on 14?

...will keep you from blowing up in the Open.

He's got 240 yards, he's a got a television audience.

I don't know. The shanks are like a virus. They just show up.

That means maybe some other night.

I got to hand it to you, Roy.

...12 grand, more or less.

And he hasn't hit a golf ball yet.

He’s in jail here. No chance for parole.

Can you carry that?

This man still has a lot of great golf shots in his system.

Not some mytho-poetic metaphor you come up with...

Would you give our grandson an autograph?

- How much we got to lose? - Want to liven things up?

YOU CANT STOP ME

...from the mental aspect, which is my domain...

Welcome to life on the tour.

I’ll take 9 of them, all day.

Be sure to do that in the Open, it'll impress them.

It's birdie to win and par to tie for you. Lay up.

She knows I'm not taking her to no Doral...

As long as you understand that it's strictly professional...

...then maybe I wouldn't be such a nasty boss.

...paying me in cash?

Fuck that tree Troy Gimme another ball

well what the hell. you ride her 'til she bucks you... or you don't ride at all.

This is why we broke up. He always went for it.

Come on, Roy, this is ridiculous.

This is my office.

It's a known fact...

You the man, Roy. You the man.

Does this feel like home?

And I've bladed the sand.

I thought I had a Dr. Griswold.

Take your pinche color coordinated sponsored chingada and...

You ever get bored?

...any golf club.

I thought you would kind of help me sort through it.

If you have more of these, a bunch of the other guys could use your help.

Conference, Troy?

What about my money?

Soliciting shot selection advice is a 2 stroke penalty.

I stand for a few things besides my next romantic interlude.

...the Danube...

I didn't know we'd get into my personal life.

I can't believe it!

I'm a beautiful guy.

Well, you know...

It won't always be like this.

13 years on the tour, you're still a pussy.

And Romeo gets 10. Cash.

me starting a new lifting program that has way too much volume

You'd bury yourself alive to prove you could handle a shovel.

Hours approval, Troy?

Romeo, you dance?

Because he broke his other clubs.

I'll tee it up.

1981, Fort Washington Golf Club, Fresno, California, ring a bell?

Inner demons and human frailty is my life's work.

Let me be your shrink.

Then I wouldn't see you.

Give me another ball. I'm taking out that Malak.

I just gave away the U.S. Open.

Oh, boy, well, I'm afraid to ask.

Either ride until she bucks ya, or don't ride at all

Little gust from the gods saved him.

Pelican's on the other side.

I look like a fool!

Try aiming left.

But he's a real horse's ass, if you ask me.

Especially today, a little wind in the face.

Is this normal behavior?

Wellness hours approval, Troy?

...but I'll see you later.

Graves Golf!!! What have you done to me#!?

...you're looking particularly lovely tonight.

You don't have any inner demons. You have inner crapola.

I only got one rule:

He lost this one.

What for? You never listen to me.

Here's to the finely tuned athlete on the verge of greatness