This crowd has gone deadly silent. Cinderella story. Out of nowhere. A former greenskeeper now about to become the Master’s champion. It looks like a miraculous - it’s in the hole! It’s in the hole!
Son of a bitch ball! Why didn’t you just go home? That’s your home! Are you too good for your home? Answer me!
No. No, my house is all out there, all one room with a sky for a roof.
In my own little corner in my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be.
The mattress is soft and there are hangers in the closet and stationary with “Bates’ Motel” printed on it in case you want to make your friends back home envious.
My dear boy, this is the sort of day history tells us is better spent in bed.
We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I’m making waffles!
We must all have waffles forthwith! We must all think, and we must all have waffles , and think each and every one of us to the very best of his ability.
Oh my god! The quarterback is toast!
He throws well enough at any level to play quarterback.
Dad, two of the greatest football players in the country hang out in a speakeasy downtown.
Don’t go soft on me.
What is your major malfunction?
I can only conclude it must be something mental.
Who gave you the right to pass judgment on me?
Ordinarily, I’d take you in my court and try you and hang you. But if you’ve got money for whiskey, I guess we can dispense with those proceedings.
Oh, a counteroffer. That’s what we lawyers… I’m a lawyer… We lawyers call that a counteroffer.
The odds of a plaintiff’s lawyer winning in civil court are two to one against. Think about that for a second. Your odds of surviving a game of Russian roulette are better than winning a case at trial. 12 times better.
I could calculate your risk of survival, but you wouldn’t like it.
He knew the risks, he didn’t have to be there. It rains… you get wet.