[misses a putt] Damn it!
Ball barely made it to where my shadow was.
'Cause you got me all nuts. [makes the putt on his second try] Can't even make a freaking putt.
I don't think it's your putter's fault, Ray.
You're right. It's not the putter.
What?
Ray [walks angrily toward Debra]: It's you.
Excuse me?