Dre Invites Charlie to Golf with the Social Club Guys – black-ish
I said, uh, we were playing golf
at a country club. Dre, this place is nice. Don’t call it country. Uh, you must be, Mr. Telphy. Uh —
Ah, call me Charlie. Mr. Telphy is what I call my son
when the rent is due. [ Both chuckle ] Ah. Beautiful day
for the world’s greatest game. Uh-huh. But we’re gonna have to golf because I left my dominos
at home. [ Chuckles ] Okay, alright,
well, you know what? I think we’re next up
on the tee, so, you know, let’s get going. Let’s chop this salad. Eh — Oh!
Heh. [ Fatboy Slim’s
“Weapon of Choice” plays ] ♪ Don’t be shocked by the tone
of my voice ♪ Okay, so, we didn’t get off
to the best start. ♪ Check out my new weapon,
weapon of choice ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Don’t be shocked… ♪ But it turned out Charlie
really knew how to golf. Alright! He’s on my team. ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ You can blow with this ♪ ♪ Or you can blow with that ♪ ♪ You can blow with this ♪ ♪ Or you can blow with that ♪ ♪ You can blow with this ♪ Alright, Charlie.
♪ Or you can blow with… ♪ ♪ Okay, Charlie. ♪ Walk without rhythm ♪ And he charmed them
like he charms everybody. Charlie, you’re amazing. You really handed us
our asses. [ Chuckles ] We were just playing for fun. [ Chuckles ] But the bets were real. [ Velcro ripping ] Now, I accept the three C’s —
cash, credit, cognac. [ Chuckles ] What’s up with that cognac,
brother? [ Chuckles ]
Let’s do it.