Tin Cup

Roy: "Do you find me sexy?"
Molly: "You have your moments."
Roy: "Well, you let me know which moments are my moments and I'll try and duplicate 'em."

"Now *that* was a defining moment. And the definition was *shit*."

"Look, boss, I only got one rule. And that's never bet money that you don't have on a dog race with an ex-girlfriend who happens to be a stripper."

Roy: "Well, I'm stuck, and I'm buried. I need help, and I need advice. I need counseling, I need a... I need a shrink."
Romeo: "You don't know no shrinks."
Roy: "I know one!"
Romeo: "No-ooo, no no no. Not the doctor lady."
Roy: "Why not?"
Romeo: "You can't ask for advice about the woman you're trying to hose *from* the woman you're trying to hose!"
Roy: "Why not?"

"You're not one of those women who tries to fix men, I hope. I mean, men cannot be fixed, and especially him."

Roy: "This is everything, ain't it? This is the choice it comes down to - this is our immortality."
Romeo: "You don't need to be thinking immortality - you need to be thinking hit the 7 iron!"

"I assume I have the confidentiality of the doctor-client privilege in regards to this outfit?"

Dr. Molly Griswold: "Roy, Roy... why are you here?"
Roy: "Therapy."
Dr. Molly Griswold: "You've come for therapy? Okay, look, Roy, you know, you really need to make an appointment. Because I have a client in a half an hour."
Roy: "That's enough time. Thirty minutes? Hell, I'm not *that* fucked up."