Nick has one of the better arms we've had here. We're not going to have another Brawn, hitting-wise, but defensively we should be OK.

I was just hitting good putts but just not quite hitting them. They've got to be perfect, the greens are so pure.

He's the brawn, I'm the brains.

There's one voice here. There's one person out front, and that's Nick, and everything goes through him. Not everybody likes it, but that's the way he runs his ship.

The odds of one hitting us tomorrow are very small, but they're not zero. It behooves us to go out and find these objects.

Anything means nothing without everything else.