Funny Golf Quotes Novels & Stories

"Did you just lie to me, Mr. Martinez? You said you don't know how to play but you're playing quite well. You just scored a goal in your first try!" "I've seen folks playing it." Simply by looking? I viewed golfers on television too. I did what he did and used my golf stick to knock the ball while holding my golf stick. The ball was nowhere to be found when I turned to check in the front. What happened to the ball? Is it a hard hit? Did it travel far? Mr. Martinez pointed to where I was standing. "Why are you grinning?"

Klein said with a smile, “let’s play a round of golf first. If you manage to defeat me, I’ll settle the balance and discuss further cooperation. What do you say?” Estelle responded with an embarrassed expression, “Mr. Klein, I must admit that I’m not skilled at playing golf.” Mr. Klein dismissed her concerns, saying, “No worries, just give it a try. You might discover a hidden talent for golf and surprise yourself.” She hesitated before sharing, “My father tried to teach me golf when I was young, but I could never seem to excel at it. Honestly, I don’t possess any natural talent for the sport. Mr. Klein, how about we discuss the cooperation after you finish playing? I’ll be waiting here.”

Dad looks me in the eye laughs. Slow at first, then hysterically. He laughs so hard the whole golf cart shakes under his weight. His face turns red and tears roll down his face. I've never seen him find anything so funny. He wipes a couple of tears from his eyes. “You had me going there for a minute. Keller ‘The Playboy’ Marshall with a sigma for a mate! That’s rich!” I furrow my brow and frown. Has he lost his damn mind? Why would I make any of that up? When he sees I’m not laughing along with him, he suddenly stops.

Come on, I'll take three shots as punishment—consider it a toast to you and Macy! Todd stood to the side, his expression shifting between anger and panic. He stared at me intently, as if I were the cheating wife, the disgust in his eyes practically spilling over. Looking at the bunch of fools in front of me, I couldn't even be bothered to be angry. I turned my head and glanced at Terrence. He'd worked under Dad for 20 years. There was no way he'd be able to tolerate anyone insulting me like this. He suddenly raised his hand, about to slap Miguel across the face.

I teased, barely suppressing a giggle as I watched an ugly frown twist his face. "I don’t play golf. That shit is boring as hell," he snapped, his disdain clear. "Which is exactly why it’s perfect for you," I said, blinking at him innocently. The scowl he shot me was priceless, and it shattered my resolve. Laughter burst free, and I threw my head back slightly, unable to hold it in. His glare only deepened, making it even funnier. "Fine, relax, Darling, I was just kidding," I managed, trying to stifle the giggles bubbling up. "Don’t kill me with that glare. Seriously, you need to fix that ugly scowl of yours, Mr. Montgomery," I added with another laugh.

“Come on, son, let’s play golf.” Aiden followed him back to the hole one of his men dug by hand for the golf game. He snatched a club from one of his men and passed it to Aiden. “Bet you can’t beat me, Aiden.” Don Carlos gestured at the man with the balls. The man fixed the ball close to the hole and nodded twice. He was sure, Don Carlos could win with just a knock at the ball with his club. Aiden waited for the man to leave the ball before he spoke up, knowing his father must have employed the clever fellow to entertain him in his golf field with his utter foolishness.

"You don't even know if I can swing a club." "I'll teach you," he said, like it wasn’t about golf at all.

“So… Do you always play button-ups? You are a tad bit overdressed for a game of golf.” I smirked. “Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” He chuckled. “Confidence, I like that.” “I prefer the term accurate.” I stepped up, planted my feet, and drove the ball straight down the fairway, the sort was clean, sharp, immensely satisfying. It cut through the air making Callahan raised his brows. “Nice shot,” he muttered. “Thanks,” I said, as if it wasn’t the beginning of his humiliation. He took his position next, adjusted his cap like he was Tiger Woods reborn, and swung. His ball sailed, but moved just slightly rightz it wasn't exactly a bad shot, but it wasn't just good enough.

"You're not going to hit it," I whispered, trying to get through to Dolffe so that he'd miss the shot. That's how we've been playing this game of golf. When the next person steps up and tried to make their shot, everyone screams and says discouraging things to them to get them distracted so that they miss and I hate to admit it, but Dolffe knows exactly what he's doing.

Jason laughed maliciously. Jason just liked making mischief. "What are you thinking of?" Alvin asked, frowning. Jason sniggered. "That's easy. This is a golf course. Look at how he's dressed. He's probably some penniless guy, so he'll lose for sure if he plays golf with us." He added. "I don't think he even knows how to hold a golf club properly. He probably can't even hit the ball." Cassandra nodded vigorously and laughed. She said, "Yes, I agree. I don't think he knows how to either. Why don't we take a video and put it online? It'll be hilarious!"