You'd be better off with an ordinary cue. That's a bridge.

My golf clubs. Putter, niblick, No.3 iron.

Even the people who market these clubs I mean, they'll say these have four axis shafts which minimize loss of club speed and thereby drive the ball farther but they'll say, look, you know, you're not getting 57,000 dollars worth of performance from these clubs.

You hit me with a billiard cue.

The pool cue has nerves in it.

Call it.

Take a cue.

Cue, yes.

I would caddy, I would go to the golf course and caddy for people.

There's a cue, balls on the table. All you got to do is get the feel of it.

These curved cues can be difficult.

Once he scatters the balls the other man has a clear field.

My golf clubs.

One shell took all their heads off. Good shooting, eh?

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Whip shafts too.

Alright, you mallethead, what are you doing?

Put up your cue and come along.

Rack up your cue, we're leaving.

Well, your clubs are steel, aren't they?

I much prefer the good oldfashioned plain cue.

I suppose this is the end of our game. Mind putting my cue away?

Try this one. This is my favorite cue.

I'll get a pair of mittens.

So part of it is like a baseball glove.

We're going to take a joystick, sit in front of our computer, on the Earth, and press the joystick forward, and fly around the planet.

Suddenly, there's oil in my arm. The pool cue is part of me.

Mallethead, cluck. Who's he think he's talking to?

There's cue chalk under his nails, not dried blood.

Ask him to send them to London immediately.

This cue was made for me special, st. Louis.

Come on, stop stalling.

The right english, the right draw, perfect position, right?

Whoever invented that rack should have his head examined.

Go on and shoot some pool. Any word comes through, I'll let you know.

And people could never get their bags up it.

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Well, I was phoning Berlin about my golf clubs.

Being out on the green, with a caddie holding the pin and that little red flag blowing in the breeze.

One day i picked up a cue, i asked an old man, he was sitting right over there, right there, i said, you want to play, mister?

One is leverage.

After 20 years I almost got a hole in one.

It was the banisters, the broken banisters.

You say one thing and then act just the opposite.

This for a half. That's right.