Tin Cup1996

Roy:
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?

Romeo:
That, too.

Roy:
I'm pronating.

Romeo:
When you're not supinating.

Roy:
I'm clearing too early, too late. My swing feels like an unfolding chair!

Romeo:
Put your change in your left pocket. Go on, do it. Now, tie your left shoe in a double knot.

Roy:
Tie my left shoe?

Romeo:
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.

Roy:
I look like a fool!

Romeo:
What do you think you look like shooting chili peppers up Lee 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.

[Roy hits the ball straight]

Romeo:
You're ready.

Roy:
How'd I do that?

Romeo:
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...

Roy:
F*** you.

Romeo:
F*** me, huh? Well, you're cured.

Roy:
That's it?

Romeo:
That's it. Your brain was getting in the way.

Roy:
That's hardly ever been the case.

Romeo:
No sh*t, Sherlock.