Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or was it 7-iron on 14?

Smell of leather, a whip's sting.

There must be some truth to the golf swing illustrated here...

Sure, I always got time for my fans, darling.

Tried to hit the same impossible cut 3-wood into the wind.

...such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot.

There is Mr. 3-Wiggle, isn't there?

I could make that

He's, you know...

I'm catching it on the hosel?

You ain't going to have that luxury.

Someone tell him he doesn't have to hit it from there.

Now, how in the world...

I just gave away the U.S. Open.

That's fine, I'm not that fucked up.

- Great shot. - Thanks for the glove.

...every finishing position is unique.

I can't believe Tin Cup might appear with my name on a trophy.

...behind your left ear.

Louisville Slugger, please.

Right, McAvoy from West Texas. We're from West Texas.

Meanwhile, here's Roy McAvoy.

Plus, he needs his carbohydrates.

I'll take the bet.

...and got it on the green, somehow, in three.

We almost missed the starting time getting you off the floor.

Thank you, boys.

You always play better When you’re wasted

Not if you play to win.

Looks like you got el hosel. You know, the laterals.

There's a glitch in my swing.

The hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the...

...he could make birdie.

You know what? I'll see you both in the bar.

I can't operate on this boy.

Any time for a quick bucket? Tee it up

There's nothing to celebrate. Besides, these are my people.

...little, small, innocent kind of...

And David Simms is back there trailing by one.

Your brain was getting in the way.

Your 7-iron, Roy.

With me, surrounded by all these guys snoring.

I'll be playing a pink lady today

Come on, guys, we're trying to win a tournament here.

I need a shrink.

Something about that chick.

An ice-breaker. That's not hard.

The Dallas Kicker

- No mistakes wins the Open. - I want the course record.

What's he doing? All he'd have to do is walk up there and take a drop.

God, I'm going to faint.

You've come for therapy? Okay, look.

This ain't long division.

...the fact you know I'm full of crapola makes you more attractive to me.

You tell Tin Cup that I'm in town for my big charity Best Ball Tournament.

- He's done it again. - No, not again.

If you're such a legendary golfer, as everyone says...

So while I subtly enhance your technical prospects...

You know what I think? She's got you by the huevos.

You're going to make me feel lousy?

Got time for a quick bucket

You know, this is without a doubt the stupidest, silliest...

Think clean thoughts.

My self-esteem is fine.

Take this ball...

Give me the big dog.

Nah, she's seeing a guy.

I've been called many things, but never been saddled with that.

I swear to God, this guy is not who you think he is.

I haven't seen him treat old people, children or dogs badly.

It’s an attestation

NICE PAR NOODLES!

Take it and show me what a golf pro does.

...for massages and mimosas all weekend.

I can improve, Roy.

This stuff cost me over $200.

You can do it. And I'm not leaving till one of you men act in a manly fashion.

What an ugly dog

I believe you're away.

Gary, It's still going

...grabbed the 3-wood out of his own bag...

Wait. Molly, I got this one.

So I'm going to go out tomorrow and try to make some good swings.

Molly been around?

You're humble now, homes.

Quoting yourself, It is a paraphernalia for lost and desperate souls.

All right, waggle.

Move these people back right here. I'm going right there.

What's your guess?

Grip it and rip it

...collecting a few dollars for beer when you're capable of much more?

Well, I missed a 4-foot putt on 18...

There's a rumor Earl does.

I don't know what I'm feeling. This is the most painful thing I've ever seen.

...on golf's all-time masterpiece round.

- You're losing it. - I have lost it.

I'm told he was a pretty good college player, then went on mini-tours.

He's pulled the 3-wood and he continues to play without an ounce of fear.

I got it from the Golf Channel.

They all must catch him.

...the steelworkers' power and the brawn of Carl Sandburg's...

Now, you said trust my feelings. I did.

He's got to hit the ball back in the fairway, pitch the ball on the green...

Where the rough is deep, the greens slick, and the nerves shattered.

You need to make an appointment because I have a client in half an hour.

Hey, Chong! Bigga Ryk needs another ball!

Give me a ball.

Are you nervous about tomorrow, Roy?

It's the only truly safe club in my bag.

I said I want the big dog.

That's not what I was talking about, you know where we stopped.

No, 3 days he's put it in the water.

I'll call the INS on you, you midget.