You're the Mexican Mac O'Grady. Figure out why I'm shanking...I'm catching it on the hosel? Moving my head? I'm laying it off?
That, too.
I'm pronating.
When you're not supinating.
I'm clearing too early, too late. My swing feels like an unfolding chair!
Put your change in your left pocket. Go on, do it. Now, tie your left shoe in a double knot.
Tie my left shoe?
Right now, do it! Turn the hat backwards. Turn your hat around. Do it, Roy! Take this tee and stick it behind your left ear.
I look like a fool!
What do you think you look like shooting chili peppers up Janzen's ass? Do it now or I'm going to quit. I swear to God I'll quit. Good. Take this ball and hit it up the fairway.
How'd I do that?
Because you're not thinking about shanking or Molly. You're not thinking. You're looking like a fool, hitting the ball pure and simple...
**** you.
**** me, huh? Well, you're cured.
That's it?
That's it. Your brain was getting in the way.
That's hardly ever been the case.
No shit, Sherlock.
