“He's not bad. I've played him at a few of these things.” – Patrick Zweig, Challengers ... Movie Quotes Database

Patrick Zweig: [Walks up to Tashi sitting on couch with open laptiop, to Tashi] He's not bad. I've played him at a few of these things.
Tashi Donaldson: What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be prostituting yourself for a place to sleep tonight?
Patrick Zweig: I'm staying at the girl's house.
Tashi Donaldson: Hmm. Must be the love.
Patrick Zweig: Hey, come have a cigarette with me. I need to talk to you.
Tashi Donaldson: Yeah, I don't smoke, and I'm not talking to you. [Picks up laptop with Patrick tapping cigarette carton on his phone with Tashi reluctantly glancing up and then grudgingly closing the laptop]
Patrick Zweig: [Smoking in alley with Tashi] I'm going to propose something to you.
Tashi Donaldson: Can you blow it away from me please?
Patrick Zweig: Sorry. It's gonna make you angry. I want you to be my coach.
Tashi Donaldson: What?
Patrick Zweig: Even if he wins the Open, completes his career Grand Slam, Art's still gonna retire as someone who's just really, really, good. That's what you guys have always done. But imagine if you could turn Patrick Zweig into a guy who wins a Slam. I still have a season. I still have one good season and I need you to bring it out of me. So... what do you think?
Tashi Donaldson: [Slaps Patrick across face] How **** dare you?!
Patrick Zweig: Jesus Christ!
Tashi Donaldson: You want my best advice for you?! Do you want me to coach you?
Patrick Zweig: Yeah.
Tashi Donaldson: Okay, quit! Quit right now! Right the **** now, quit!
Patrick Zweig: You know that when I'm good, I'm one of the best in the world.
Tashi Donaldson: You are the 271st best in the **** world.
Patrick Zweig: I still have a shot!
Tashi Donaldson: You are 31, you have a better shot with a handgun in your mouth! [Patrick dryly chuckles and turns head aside] I mean, why don't you go home? Go home, ask your parents for a seat on the board, or you know what, matter of fact, ask them for money, okay? Go be like any other spoiled kid who has ever amounted to nothing in their **** life, and stop this performance of being a down-on-your-luck professional.
Patrick Zweig: Tashi...
Tashi Donaldson: No, you're not 21 years old anymore and it's not cute to be walking around pretending like you need to grind it out at these bum-**** tournaments, and sleep in your **** car. And, it is unforgivable, that you would ask me to devote a single second, of my **** time, to help you achieve your **** dreams. What dreams, Patrick? You never had any!
Patrick Zweig: Is that what you and Art are doing? Living the dream?
Tashi Donaldson: That is exactly what the **** we're doing!
Patrick Zweig: Then how come you hate him? You do. It's obvious, you do. You can feel him giving up already, even though you know he's not going to retire until you let him.
Tashi Donaldson: He is a grown man. He can do whatever he wants.
Patrick Zweig: Sure, sure, but he doesn't. He does whatever you want. Except now, he's not even pretending to like it. He's dreaming about eating hamburgers again. Watching your daughter, um... [waves hand near Tashi's chest for memory recollection] uh, Lily, grow up. Maybe doing some commentary on the tennis channel. He's ready to be dead. And you're starting to realize you might not want to be buried with him, 'cause who is he to you if he's not playing tennis?
Tashi Donaldson: So that's what you think he is to me? A racket and a dick. [Patrick lightly nods head with Tashi squinting in disdain]
Patrick Zweig: Does Art know about Atlanta? You keep saying you came here because Art needed matches. I think you came for something else.
Tashi Donaldson: [Scoffs incredulously and turns head aside and back at Patrick] Wha- you think I came here for you? You think I came here to throw it all away... [points at him] ...for you?
Patrick Zweig: Maybe you just wanted to see me.
Tashi Donaldson: I have seen you. You look like shit!
Patrick Zweig: [Turns head aside with Tashi walking away] I'm going to beat him. [Tashi stops and turns to him] If we both make it to the final. I'm going to beat him.
Tashi Donaldson: Even if you could beat him, it wouldn't change anything.
Patrick Zweig: It'll break him. You know it will.
Tashi Donaldson: It won't make you, okay? It's too late for that. [Walks away with Patrick walking after and grabbing her arm, slipping a piece of paper in her hand]
Patrick Zweig: My number in case you change your mind about the coaching.
Tashi Donaldson: I won't. [Walks on, glancing at paper and slips it into her pocket]

Patrick Zweig : [ Walks up to Tashi sitting on couch with open laptiop, to Tashi ] He's not bad. I've played him at a few of these things. Tashi Donaldson : What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be prostituting yourself for a place to sleep tonight? Patrick Zweig : I'm staying at the girl's house. Tashi Donaldson : Hmm. Must be the love. Patrick Zweig : Hey, come have a cigarette with me. I need to talk to you. Tashi Donaldson : Yeah, I don't smoke, and I'm not talking to you. [ Picks up laptop with Patrick tapping cigarette carton on his phone with Tashi reluctantly glancing up and then grudgingly closing the laptop ] Patrick Zweig : [ Smoking in alley with Tashi ] I'm going to propose something to you. Tashi Donaldson : Can you blow it away from me please? Patrick Zweig : Sorry. It's gonna make you angry. I want you to be my coach. Tashi Donaldson : What? Patrick Zweig : Even if he wins the Open, completes his career Grand Slam, Art's still gonna retire as someone who's just really, really, good. That's what you guys have always done. But imagine if you could turn Patrick Zweig into a guy who wins a Slam. I still have a season. I still have one good season and I need you to bring it out of me. So... what do you think? Tashi Donaldson : [ Slaps Patrick across face ] How **** dare you?! Patrick Zweig : Jesus Christ! Tashi Donaldson : You want my best advice for you?! Do you want me to coach you? Patrick Zweig : Yeah. Tashi Donaldson : Okay, quit! Quit right now! Right the **** now, quit! Patrick Zweig : You know that when I'm good, I'm one of the best in the world. Tashi Donaldson : You are the 271st best in the **** world. Patrick Zweig : I still have a shot! Tashi Donaldson : You are 31, you have a better shot with a handgun in your mouth! [ Patrick dryly chuckles and turns head aside ] I mean, why don't you go home? Go home, ask your parents for a seat on the board, or you know what, matter of fact, ask them for money, okay? Go be like any other spoiled kid who has ever amounted to nothing in their **** life, and stop this performance of being a down-on-your-luck professional. Patrick Zweig : Tashi... Tashi Donaldson : No, you're not 21 years old anymore and it's not cute to be walking around pretending like you need to grind it out at these bum-**** tournaments, and sleep in your **** car. And, it is unforgivable, that you would ask me to devote a single second, of my **** time, to help you achieve your **** dreams. What dreams, Patrick? You never had any! Patrick Zweig : Is that what you and Art are doing? Living the dream? Tashi Donaldson : That is exactly what the **** we're doing! Patrick Zweig : Then how come you hate him? You do. It's obvious, you do. You can feel him giving up already, even though you know he's not going to retire until you let him. Tashi Donaldson : He is a grown man. He can do whatever he wants. Patrick Zweig : Sure, sure, but he doesn't. He does whatever you want. Except now, he's not even pretending to like it. He's dreaming about eating hamburgers again. Watching your daughter, um... [ waves hand near Tashi's chest for memory recollection ] uh, Lily, grow up. Maybe doing some commentary on the tennis channel. He's ready to be dead. And you're starting to realize you might not want to be buried with him, 'cause who is he to you if he's not playing tennis? Tashi Donaldson : So that's what you think he is to me? A racket and a dick. [ Patrick lightly nods head with Tashi squinting in disdain ] Patrick Zweig : Does Art know about Atlanta? You keep saying you came here because Art needed matches. I think you came for something else. Tashi Donaldson : [ Scoffs incredulously and turns head aside and back at Patrick ] Wha- you think I came here for you? You think I came here to throw it all away... [ points at him ] ...for you? Patrick Zweig : Maybe you just wanted to see me. Tashi Donaldson : I have seen you. You look like shit! Patrick Zweig : [ Turns head aside with Tashi walking away ] I'm going to beat him. [ Tashi stops and turns to him ] If we both make it to the final. I'm going to beat him. Tashi Donaldson : Even if you could beat him, it wouldn't change anything. Patrick Zweig : It'll break him. You know it will. Tashi Donaldson : It won't make you, okay? It's too late for that. [ Walks away with Patrick walking after and grabbing her arm, slipping a piece of paper in her hand ] Patrick Zweig : My number in case you change your mind about the coaching. Tashi Donaldson : I won't. [ Walks on, glancing at paper and slips it into her pocket ]