That little boy is driving well and he's putting well. He's doing everything it takes to win. So, you know what you guys do when he gets in here? You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not serve fried chicken next year. Got it? [...] Or collard greens or whatever the hell they serve.

I might not come home with hardware, but I'm winning.

If I hadn't become a golfer, I doubt I'd be wealthy, because I don't have the sort of ego that drives a person all day long. I might have wound up driving a tractor.

A million thoughts went through my mind. What little mind I have.

At the British Open, I had my opportunities, but the ball just didn't want to go in the hole on the back nine.

You would think that Freddy Couples-Nick Price would be the team to beat, but I'll tell you in skins, it's a matter of just hitting it at the right time.

I'm not a great player, but I'm a damn good one.