Delocated2008

Ross:
I've been meaning to introduce myself. Ross Bennett. I'm the club pro.

Jon:
Oh, hey, good to meet ya. I got a feeling you and I are gonna get to know each other very well, 'cause I need help with my slice.

Ross:
I can definitely help cure your slice. But what I can't do is teach you how to swim.

Jon:
What?

Ross:
I've been talking with some of the other club members. And apparently, a lot of people aren't too comfortable with the shading of your ski mask.

Jon:
Excuse me?

Ross:
I just think we'd all be a little happier if you switched to a mask that was...I don't know, perhaps a little bit lighter in color.

Jon:
Yeah, I don't think I catch your meaning.

Ross:
Oh, I think you do. You might want to think about changing that mask before the big tournament next weekend.

Ross:
It'd be a shame if my driver accidentally slipped out of my hands and hit you in the head.

Jon:
Yeah, it'd be a shame if my driver...slipped out of my penis and hit you in the hands.

Mike:
You really screwed up that insult.

Jon:
I was flustered, Mike, 'cause I had some thug in my face while my bodyguard just stood there.

Mike:
Why would your penis --

Jon:
I don't know, Mike. I'm upset, okay? I meant to say that, you know, that my driver slips out of my penis. But, uh, whatever.