Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You should take me home.
All right. A former paramour once ascribed my...
Did that tuning fork ring in your loins?
...the Mississippi, the Rio Grande...
Everybody gets what they get.
My, God, Roy, it was... Well, it's immortal!
Remember Brownsville?
Nonetheless.
237, man.
...and get up and down for par.
...and you can't wait...
...83 he buried himself under today.
No stranger to championship play. And he's going to lay up.
Fine, be like that.
You hit the shot that took you out of the money.
His name is Roy McAvoy and he's called Tin Cup.
The words strategy and marketing dont often collide in the same sentence....
Just cut the golf talk, please. Because this is a mistake.
That is just inexperience, just pure and simple.
That should cover it.
Is anybody home?
Yes, as much as Earl.
Fuck. Shit.
I'm a neo-Jungian, post-modern Freudian, holistic secularist.
I feel we're making progress.
...then carry 30 yards of river.
A woman can have the same effect.
That's my bet.
I assume I have the confidentiality of the doctor/client...
God Almighty.
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Good seeing you.
I bet you $1,000 against my car that I can beat you any game.
Take your jacket off.
...privilege in regard to this outfit?
To the quitter.
But so has he.
Everyone puts in 20 bucks. Pot goes to whoever solves the riddle.
Let's see if the big dog'll eat.
Everyone says my face is screwed up tight as a drum.
I bet she has a golf watch.
He didn't have enough club.
Romeo, shut up.
You know, the U.S. Open is it for us.
Cheer
Any of you shitheads ever get bored?
What Is The Golf Swing, by Roy McAvoy?
...between the trees, off a water closet, or loo, as you might call it...
No chance to hit it on the green.
Yeah, we'll take the job.
...moderately attracted to me.
Why so serious?
Take it off.
You can still make par from there.
You don't know no shrinks.
You want a hint?
Lay it up.
When do I tee off?
God! First And goal and you run 4 rollouts to the right!
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John Daly couldn't do it. What's he doing?
What the hell is he doing?
It won't always be like this, you know.
...tradition and integrity and honor.
A new gig?
...operating a barely-solvent business, ducking the IRS...
Don't you know the work of hustlers when you see it?
No.
Just hold still...
Oh, good.
I thought you hated him.
Thanks.
Hit the driver, Tin Cup.
Hello?!
I can't watch this.
I'm trying to win this tournament and your job is to help me.
That's not a good idea.
The word normal and him don't often collide in the same sentence.
It's about gaining control of your life and...
My God!
I want a legitimate swing.
I mean, shit!
Nice par David
You might want to make plane reservations soon, the way you're hitting.
Like he did in Junior Golf.
Because that shot was a defining moment.
From right here.
Dollar bills.
Grips will fix it!
Way I'm swinging today, only thing that bothers me is insufficient applause
...I love old Earl, but...
...the all-time Open round record.
- I was playing to win. - 5 in a row, out of bounds.
I was just offering work.
When EWR756FO comes out really...
Nice par, David.
Waggle.
Now give me the driver and shut up.
He always quits.
...and drilled a 240-yard shot over water to the 16th green...
This is just guy stuff.
My life's too short to watch you blow up all... I've done it too many times.
Hello, Cup.
...we're not going out.
Make a 5, for crying out loud. That's insane.
Goddamn it, David, just hit the fucking 3! Hit it!
You're a head case. You always have been, always will be.
This humble pro from Salome, wherever that is.
Easy, guys. He can still make 5. He can still make 5.
You're supposed to be pros!
Get out of here!
But they had one there. That's all I'm saying.
Shit!
Thank you for West Texas.
I am flattered you asked me out.
Really?
David just wanted to make a point.
She was crying when she came out.
Show a little warmth.
Jesus.
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Tiger to Francisco
You should work on your short game but...
...I can always tell when someone's lying to himself.
Call me Roy, Molly.
Why must you use all the psychological language?
...there's a hesitation, a little nod to the gods.
Right.
In your parlance, Kick back and let the big dog eat.
David's involved in a lot of charity work.
He hit it down the fucking road, didn't he?
You know.
He's back in contention, but he must continue to play smart.
No, no, no. This is what always happens. He's going for it.
I need you on my team.
Your boyfriend's a golfer.
He's tied for the lead...
You're looking like a fool, hitting the ball pure and simple...
- Right. - I promise.
Conference, Troy?