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with pig poop. No, sir, I don't.

What, I'm not good enough for you?

You're gettin' a little above

your raisin', if you ask me, Sadie.

She's just kiddin', Petey.

That's sure the truth.

- You been above your raisin'

all your life.

- Mighty nice job, ladies.

We're gonna win. How can you say

that this is a way of life

not much worth preservin'?

Just look at this. How can you

not just love this place?

Oh, God, Rose,

I wish I knew.

I, I feel like the real me is

all cooped up inside, you know?

And I want so many things.

I want designer clothes.

I want to see the world.

I want a penthouse in the sky

and a maid to pick up after me.

I want to say things

like, "Keep the change."

God, sometimes I get so bored...

I find myself just prayin'

for a UFO sightin'.

I'd stand here and I'd say,

"Come and get me. Come and get me."

Yeah, well, you're bored 'cause

you got no sense of purpose.

Why don't you help me

with this Moramax mess?

Over my dead...

What do you mean?

Leave town?

Go to New York City?

- It's a dangerous, dirty,

low-down place, Sadie.

- I know! I know!

Oh, my God! What'll I wear?

I gotta get my hair cut.

Oh! This is just

the sense of purpose I need.

I gotta get me some

of those press-on nails.

Do those things stay on?

I wouldn't want 'em floppin' off

in any of those fancy nightclubs.

Listen. Nightclubs? This is business.

Now, you get a grip on yourself.

We're goin' to New York City!

We're goin' to New York City!

Ooh! Oh! What are you

gonna tell Roone?

I don't know.

Just keep your eye on the ball.

Hey, how's my baby?

You know, If I can birdie the

windmill hole this year, I got a good

chance of winnin' the Masters.

- Oh, look at that!

- Whoo-whoo! You see that?

- Isn't that somethin'?

- You know, when this tournament's over,

I'm gonna take you away for a week.

I'm gonna take you up to the tiptop

of Blue Ridge Mountain.

- It might be more like

the Empire State Building.

- What?

Oh, no, you're not gonna get me

in no New York City.

You know, for a while there, I was

worried they were gonna send you

to New York during the tournament.

- Listen.

- Hey, without my good luck charm,

I'd be sunk.

- Listen, Roone, I have

to tell you something.

- Oh, wait, wait. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- I got a surprise for ya.

- Oh, goodness.

- What is this?

- It's a real golf ball,

miniaturized down.

I saw it in Big Putts magazine.

And if I win this tournament...

I'm gonna replace it

with a real diamond.

- Well, um...

- Marry me, baby.

Roone, um...

Oh, God.

- He just doesn't understand me.

- So what happened? What'd you say?

I told him

I'd let him know.

- You didn't tell him you were

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