“That’s not good, right? Complete silence?”

“Prilosec went generic about a year ago. I take one a day.” “I take one a day.”

“Saw a guy fall down three times in the mud. Looked like a drowned rat. Never lost hold of his cigar though.”

“It’s a solitary journey that no man makes alone.” “What?”

“We lost him in the middle of the big rain.”

“Ooooh. Chain saw time.”

“Those are the ugliest pants I’ve seen in a long time.” “Look who’s talking.”

“Everyone is here to see Tiger. I was fired up to see Romero. (pause) I was.”

“A left-handed twosome. You don’t see that every day.”

“Who was that?” “I thought you knew him.”

“I spent six holes following Adam Scott. There was a bunch of us. We were Scottie’s Hotties.”

“We’re good here. As long as no 8- foot guy comes and stands in front of us.” Ten seconds later. “You got to be kidding me.”

“Look at that poor man. He obviously dressed in a room without mirrors.”

“Minus 2?” “That’s right, he lost three shots today.” “He’s doomed.”

“Tiger’s tearing it up.” “I don’t know if 3-under is quite tearing it up.” “He just birdied 17.” “Okay, that’s a tear.”