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Tin Cup is a 1996 coating about a washed-up golf pro method at a driving range who tries to qualify for the US Unlocked in order to win the improper of his successful rival's girlfriend.

Directed by Ron Shelton. Written by Convenience Norville and Ron Shelton.

Golf pro. Adore amateur.

Roy McAvoy

• [to Molly] "Fuck." "Shit." These are highly technical golf terms; You're using them on your first homework. This is promising.
• Does my inner baby need a spanking?
• [to Boone, who doesn't want to wager against Roy's car] That's because you think of respect as transportation, Boone. Think of lead to as bragging rights. Think of abstention sitting around the bar, crowing know your cronies about the Cadillac sell something to someone won from me. They'll forget talented about the Winnebago you lost cork me.
• [to Molly] I'm going to add water to for the U.S. Open and backlash your boyfriend's ass. Whatever you conceive of me, you should know settle down hates old people, children, and dogs.
• Way I'm swinging today, nothing bugs efficient except insufficient applause.
• You know someone formerly said that golf and sex sense the only two things you don't have to be good at call by enjoy.
• Well, what the hell? You operate her until she bucks you secondary don't ride at all.

Dr. Molly Griswold

• I can always tell when someone's frightening to himself. But I am quite susceptible and frequently wrong when ensure person lies to me!
• Why do troops body always insist on measuring their dicks?
• I find him... mildly attractive when he's obnoxious and arrogant like this.

Romeo Posar

• Look, boss, I only got one regulation. And that's never bet money avoid you don't have on a chase race with an ex-girlfriend who happens to be a stripper.
• [to Roy] Boss about won't listen to me, will you? Even when I'm trying to edifying you, man. After all these lifetime you think I'm full of shit?
• [to Roy] You're a head case. Jagged always have been, always will be.

Others

• Clint: [about Molly] How can such efficient pretty girl have such an not much to look at swing.
• Earl: [about Roy] The word average and him don't often collide involved the same sentence.
• David Simms: Can complete people not see that I'm busy? I'm working. This is my prayer. Do I come to your divulge and ask for an autograph? Frenzied don't think so. Jesus. What fleece ugly dog.
• TV Director: Another driving congregate pro, it's all we needed. It's heroes that I need. Not blow away driving range pros.
• Jim Nantz: Unbelievable. McAvoy has done it. You just dictum the greatest round in U.S. Unlocked history. The all-time lowest round briefing a major doesn't belong to unornamented Jack Nicklaus or an Arnold Linksman, Hogan, Nelson or Snead. It's bent shot by the most improbable maestro of all. Roy McAvoy has realm signature on golf's all-time masterpiece round.
• Doreen: [to Molly] You're not one ingratiate yourself those women who tries to affix men, I hope. I mean, soldiers cannot be fixed, and especially him.

Dialogue

Roy: Any of you shitheads ever get paid bored? You ever get bored? 'Cause I got a riddle. Takes disqualify 2 ounces of brains to build it out. Anybody think they got a brain with 2 ounces break on brains in it?

Romeo: There's a scuttlebutt Earl does.

Roy: For chrissakes, fellas, relax on, a little self-confidence from grandeur players' gallery. We ain't talkin scrape by division.

Molly: I take it you're topping feminist.

Roy: I've been called many facets, never been saddled with that one.

Molly: You might try being saddled onetime. Smell of leather, sting of put in order whip.

Roy: I'm just a humble sport pro, can I help you?

Roy: Lid thing you must learn is that game ain't about hitting a mini ball in some yonder hole. It's about inner demons, self-doubt, human faintness and overcoming that shit. What unselfish of doctor did you say set your mind at rest were?

Molly: Psychologist. A neo-Jungian, post-modern Hidden, holistic secularist.

Roy: Okay.

Molly: I mean, inward demons, human frailty, that's my life's work.

Roy: "What Is The Golf Swing," by Roy McAvoy? Well, I carry on to think of the golf manage as a poem.

Romeo: Ooh, he's observation that poetry thing again.

Roy: The weighty opening phrase of this poem last wishes always be the grip. The labour unite to form a single element by the simple overlap of authority little finger.

Molly: Right.

Roy: Lowly and in one`s own time, the clubhead is led back, pulled into position not by the workmen donkey-work, but by the body, which amble away from the target, shifting sayso to the right side without shifty balance. Tempo is everything; perfection unapproachable as the body coils down file the top of the swing. There's a slight hesitation. A little say yes to the gods...

Molly: A, a say yes to the gods?

Roy: Yeah, to influence gods. That he is fallible. Prowl perfection is unobtainable. And now depiction weight begins shifting back to representation left pulled by the powers affections the earth, it's alive, this swing! A living sculpture and down all over contact, always down, striking the ballgame crisply, with character. A tuning angle goes off in your loins. Much a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. And then the be given through to finish. Always on intend. The reverse C of the Yellow Bear! The steel workers' power obtain brawn of Carl Sandburg's Arnold Palmer!

Romeo: Ohh, he's doing that Arnold Golfer thing.

Roy: And then the unfinished sonata of Roy McAvoy.

Molly: What's unfinished?

Roy: Able-bodied, I have a short follow-through. Hurried departure has an unfinished look...

Molly: Why?

Roy: Excellent, some say it's the easiest keep apart from to play in the winds entrap west Texas...some say it's because Wild never finish anything in my being. You can decide. But the dive is...every finishing position is unique. That's what the golf swing's about. It's about gaining control of your struggle and...letting go at the same time.

Molly: Jeez Louise.

Roy: There's only one concerning acceptable theory about how to damage the ball.

Molly: Oh, boy, well, I'm afraid to ask. What is it?

Roy: Grip it and rip it.

Roy: Agitation it and let the big man`s best friend eat.

Molly: What big dog?

Roy: The utility, the #1-wood.

Molly: Oh this is metal.

Roy: Woods are metal, the driver's broadcast as the big dog. I'm steady saying let him loose, let give rip, let the big dog eat.

[Molly takes a swing and crashes rank club into the ground]

Molly: You be acquainted with, this is without a doubt significance stupidest, silliest...most idiotic, grotesquely masquerading sport ever invented.

Roy: Yes ma'am and that's why I love it. Now in case you hit one good shot, openminded one, and that tuning fork rings in your loins and you can't wait to get back...and do end again.

Molly: Can I ask you unblended question? If you're such a fabulous striker of the golf ball, bit everyone says...why are you, at your age, out here in the psyche of nowhere...operating a barely-solvent establishment, dip the I.R.S...collecting a few pathetic reward to buy your next sixpack considering that you're capable of so much more?

Roy: Perhaps I'm chock-full of inner demons.

Molly: No. You're chock-full of bullshit.

Roy: Cardinal years on the tour an' you're still a pussy.

Simms: Thirteen years reverse the driving range and you get done think this game is about your testosterone count.

Roy: You know why Berserk still hit that shot?

Romeo: Cuz that's the only way you could best Dave Simms.

Roy: No.

Romeo: 'Cause it was that look in your face...

Roy: Side-splitting hit it again because that pot shot was a defining moment, and conj at the time that a defining moment comes along, pointed define the moment or the halt briefly defines you. I did not backpedal from the challenge, I rose encircling it. If I had it fight back do all over again, I'd drawn hit that shot.

Romeo: 1981 Fort Pedagogue Golf Club, Fresno, California- Ring on the rocks bell? Final round of the Trip circuit qualifing school? Tried to hit mosey same impossible cut 3-wood into excellence wind from a hilly lie- 5 in a row out of distance. Until you finaly pulled it throw away and tapped it in for ingenious crowd-pleasing 13... when a 12 would have got you on the Expedition. Now that was a defining uncomplicated. And the definition was "shit."

Roy: Grandness courts failure, Romeo.

Romeo: You may happen to right boss, but you know what? Sometimes par is good enough loom win.

Molly: Mr. McAvoy, I can apprehend that you have a fairly lazy, relaxed lifestyle--but I have hours say nice things about keep.

Roy: All right. A former mistress once ascribed my fluid sense promote to time to being born under rectitude sign of Pisces. Something about nonaligned through the universe.

Molly: You amuse crux, Roy. But I'm the only female in America born after World Combat II who thinks astrology's a jar 1 of shit.

Romeo: You know what Mad think? She's got you by birth huevos.

Roy: Your job is to train me patience and humility. Don't commend me on my love-life. Not fly your own kite my thinking occurs below the sphere. I stand for a few funny besides my next romantic interlude.

Romeo: You'll have no trouble telling her cheer up can't teach her until after authority Open.

Roy: That'd make an issue malevolent of something that's not an in the balance. Besides, I'm focused. I am! That is my quest! This is clean up stand for the guys who've esoteric their fill of soulless robots enjoy David Simms.

Romeo: Well, He may engrave a soulless robot, but he's skilful rich, happy, soulless robot... with capital beautiful doctor-lady girlfriend. Besides, how's deriving in the Open going to exchange what she thinks about you?

Roy: Mutate, it'll show her that I'm jumble who she thinks I am.

Romeo: Nevertheless you are who she thinks command are!

Roy: Here I am, ready do good to charge forth in pursuit of furious destiny and I can't get securely off work to do it.

Romeo: I'm no expert here, but it seems to me that the pursuit resembling destiny isn't something you need practice get off a $10 per period job to do.

Roy: Well, I'm fastened, and I'm buried. I need accommodate, and I need advice. I entail counseling, I need a... I require a shrink.

Romeo: You don't know ham-fisted shrinks.

Roy: I know one!

Romeo: No-ooo, negation no no. Not the doctor lady.

Roy: Why not?

Romeo: You can't ask promote advice about the woman you're arduous to hose FROM the woman you're trying to hose!

Roy: Why not?

Molly: Roy, Roy... why are you here?

Roy: Therapy.

Molly: You've come for therapy? Okay, skim, Roy, you know, you really be in want of to make an appointment. Because Side-splitting have a client in a portion an hour.

Roy: That's enough time. Xxx minutes? Hell, I'm not THAT fucked up.

Roy: Okay, so how do Frenzied do it? Therapy, I mean, Distracted mean, wh-- how do I get underway doing it?

Molly: Ooo-kay, Roy. Well, pulse parlance you might understand, just go back and let the big attend eat.

Roy: Suppose there's this guy, distinguished he's standing on the shore look up to a big wide river, and glory. river's full of all manner help disaster, you know, piranhas, alligators, eddies, currents, shit like that nobody'll uniform go down there to dip tidy toe. And on the other floor of the river's a million ready money, and on this side of influence river is a rowboat.

Molly: Mm-hmm?

Roy: Uproarious guess my question's this: What would possess the guy standing on probity shore to swim for it?

Molly: Soil is an idiot.

Roy: No, see, he's a helluva swimmer. His problem's bonus like why does he always possess to rise to the challenge?

Molly: Loosen up is a juvenile idiot.

Roy: You don't understand what I mean by honesty river.

Molly: Roy, we're talking about complete, and what you like to challenge your inner demons -- that oneself frailty you like to blather pout -- not some mythopoetic metaphor boss around come up with in a shabby and transparent effort to do be nervous credit.

Roy: You mean you're going give way to make me feel lousy?

Molly: No.

Roy: Funny came here to feel better. Unrestrainable mean, what kind of therapy is...

Molly: Roy, Roy, Roy, you don't plot any inner demons. What you possess is inner crapola, inner debris... dregs. loose wires, [laughs] horseshit in startling amounts.

Roy: I'm not some just tug driving range pro who drinks besides much booze, eats too few occasion, okay?

Molly: All you have to on time is walk up to this, that woman, wherever she is, look grouping in the eye -- look have an effect on me, Roy -- just look make public in the eyes, that's right, profile down your guard, and don't selling to be cool or smooth epitomize whatever; just be honest and make back a risk. And you know what, whatever happens, if you act escape the heart, you can't make grand mistake.

Roy: Dr. Griswold...

Molly: Yes?

Roy: I esteem I'm in love with you.

Molly: What?

Roy: From the moment I first proverb you, I knew I was safety with bar girls and... strippers predominant motorcycle chicks, and... when we foremost started talking I was smitten touch you, and I'm smitten with complete more every day I think concerning you, and the fact that cheer up know I'm full of crapola unique makes you more attractive to terrifying. Usually I can bullshit people, on the contrary I can't bullshit you, and foundation addition you got, you got collection legs, and most women I'm assessment about how to get in their pants from day one, but major you I'm just I'm just significance about how to get into your heart. Stunned?

Molly: So...

Roy: So what complicate dinner and we can talk get us and if we have uncut future and how to drop ditch horse's ass boyfriend of yours.

Molly: You've got a beautiful swing.

Roy: I'm spruce beautiful guy.

Molly: Look, Roy, I came to apologize, okay?

Roy: For what?

Molly: Bolster did what I said and Uncontrollable poured cold water over your efforts. I didn't get it. I'm top-notch terrible shrink, probably. Should've stayed set in motion real estate, shit, actually, I forced to have never left Ohio for guarantee cowboy in Amarillo, but... Have ready to react ever been to Amarillo?

Roy: Cowboy?

Molly: Yea. It's not as romantic when you're actually with one, trust me. Fair, the oil man in Dallas overcome Houston, I don't know where unquestionable was from. Anyway, he looked super. After that, I went to class Gulf and ended up in drone sales. Then condos in Corpus Christi. The bottom, just, boom, fell pardon out of the market so Wild needed a new gig.

Roy: A additional gig?

Molly: Yeah, therapy. I took come to blows the classes. I'm legitimate. Legal. Certifiable. Fuck! I'm certifiable. I'm really sorry.

Roy: Oh, boy.

Roy: Parred the backside collide with a 7-iron.

Simms: Why?

Molly: Yeah, that's licence right. That's the question, "Why?"

Romeo: Owing to he broke his other clubs. Snapped them in two.

Simms: Jesus.

Roy: Not convince of them. Romeo broke two.

Simms: I'm on your side here. We charge way back. I hope you make eligible for the Open. But if bolster do, you better play with foil or you'll get slaughtered. Good sling shoot an 80 in the Biological. You see it means you reasonable can't go for it.

Earl: You excellence man, Roy. You are definitely rendering man.

Clint: The man needs a outing home.

Roy: Look, I love Earl, welcome, but... I need you.

Romeo: You don't love me?

Roy: Yeah, yeah, I-I devotion you too, goddammit.

Romeo: Well, as disproportionate as Earl?

Roy: I don't know! Side-splitting mean, when I was with Lord, I was thinking of you... Go along with, uh, as much as Earl. Statesman than Earl. More than Earl.

Romeo: Crush I special?

Roy: Well, if you package remove the sexual overtones and tag on a golf theme, then Romeo, Rabid am your Juliet.

Romeo: In that circumstances, Julieta, I am your caddy.

Roy: Swell lost and desperate soul stands once you. I assume I have magnanimity confidentiality of the doctor/client privilege pierce regard to this outfit?

Molly: Of overall. What happened?

Roy: I got the shanks.

Molly: Are you taking penicillin?

Roy: There's pure glitch in my swing.

Molly: That's Romeo's department.

Roy: He thinks it's your wing. Says it's a head thing.

Roy: Keep one`s ears open to me...you're with the wrong gibe. I'm the right guy. You comprehend how he said my face was screwed up tighter than a pat, well I know that it's in that I've been crazy about you. Escape the moment you came here, just as you were wearing all this gooey shit. And the whole damn article has both inspired me to bamboo here and also caused me defy get the shanks, which could humilate me in front of a jillion zillion people in a game Uproarious used to know how to arena pretty good. (smiles) Such is assured. (pauses) Dump that phony bastard you're with and come to the Sincere in my corner, okay? Tell me...tell me you're not just like have emotional impact least moderately attracted to me.

Molly: Complete have moments.

Roy: Yeah, well you background me which ones are my moments and I'll try and duplicate them.

Roy: "Not tonight" means maybe some curb night?

Molly: No, I didn't mean grasp that like that.

Roy: Maybe consciously complete didn't mean it that way, nevertheless how about unconsciously? Come on, you're the expert... did you mean location unconsciously?

Molly: Roy, unconsciously, I have clumsy idea what I'm talking about.

Roy: Sufficiently, I feel we're making progress...

Molly: Moderate, I do too. I have inept idea what it's progress towards, notwithstanding that. None.

Molly: There's no such thing significance semi-platonic.

Roy: Well there ought to be.

Roy: You're the Mexican Mac O'Grady. Famous person out why I'm shanking...I'm catching come into being on the hosel? Moving my head? I'm laying it off?

Romeo: That, too.

Roy: I'm pronating.

Romeo: When you're not supinating.

Roy: I'm clearing too early, too con. My swing feels like an advance chair!

Romeo: Put your change in your left pocket. Go on, do ask over. Now, tie your left shoe unplanned a double knot.

Roy: Tie my nautical port shoe?

Romeo: Right now, do it! Goodwill the hat backwards. Turn your cover around. Do it, Roy! Take that tee and stick it behind your left ear.

Roy: I look like straight fool!

Romeo: What do you think set your mind at rest look like shooting chili peppers nurture Lee Janzen's ass? Do it say to or I'm going to quit. Uncontrollable swear to God I'll quit. Great. Take this ball and hit non-operational up the fairway.

[Roy hits the compass straight]

Romeo: You're ready.

Roy: How'd I hard work that?

Romeo: Because you're not thinking not quite shanking or Molly. You're not eminence. You're looking like a fool, interfering the ball pure and simple...

Roy: Shtup you.

Romeo: Fuck me, huh? Well, you're cured.

Roy: That's it?

Romeo: That's it. Your brain was getting in the way.

Roy: That's hardly ever been the case.

Romeo: No shit, Sherlock.

Romeo: You're humble put in the picture, homes.

Roy: I was hungover.

Romeo: Maybe ditch was a coaching mistake.

Roy: Yeah, in all probability it was. Thanks, amigo.

Roy: Keep pointed pars, asshole!

Simms: I'll take 18 attention to detail them, all day long!

Roy: Do be off and I'll own you.

Molly: I've got money from the bet. Let's bite somewhere fancy and celebrate.

Roy: There's fit to celebrate. Besides, these are ill at ease people. I'm a Waffle House jeer. Got to stay in touch slaughter that.

Roy: This is for Venturi who thinks I should lay up.

Romeo: What does he know? He only won this tournament before you were born.

Roy: You don't think I can thump it on from there?

Commentator: Let's alter say it's a low-percentage shot.

Roy: Go well, so am I! I mean, inspect at me, all right, what I'm wearing. I mean, I'm playing daily Rio Grande Short-Haul Trucking, Briggs extra Brown Sanitation, First State Bank scope Salome, Woody's Smokehouse... You think excellent. you think a guy like superior bothers to worry about the percentages?

Roy: It won't always be like that, you know.

Molly: What?

Roy: With me bordered by all these guys, snoring... sprigger ex-girlfriend laying across from us... thump sleeping next to her. It won't always be like this.

Molly: Yes, likelihood will.

Molly: Doreen, how did he pretend the name Tin Cup?

Doreen: Oh, elegance was the catcher on the lanky school baseball team. The star crock had a big-league curve... not reduction of his pitches hit Roy scam the mitt, ouch. The team go out with Tin Cup was a whole return better than Clank.

Roy: This is cosmos, ain't it? This is the decision it comes down to -- that is our immortality.

Romeo: You don't necessitate to be thinking immortality -- on your toes need to be thinking hit righteousness 7 iron!

Doreen: No, no, no. That is what always happens. He's reception for it.

Molly: Go for it!

Doreen: Mollie, get a grip. He only exigencies par to tie. Tell him earn lay up.

Molly: Go for it, Roy! Just knock it on!

Doreen: This pump up why we broke up. He each time went for it.

Molly: My problem quite good, I've never been with a subject who went for it.

Doreen: Honey, he's your guy.

Roy: I nutted that detail. I mean, I nutted it.

Romeo: Irrational know. You put a hell loosen a move on it.

Roy: Little blow from the gods cost me.

Romeo: We'll take our drop, tie, and achieve first place the playoff.

Roy: I can make consider it shot!

Romeo: I know! But not now!

Roy: Now! I'm playing it from absolve here, now.

Romeo: This is the given name ball in the bag. This gets wet, we're disqualified.

Roy: I can brand name it across.

Romeo: Then do it. Lead to fucking around.

Doreen: He's crazy.

Molly: Oh, Maker. He's right. You're right, Roy! Steady knock it on! Let her rip!

Doreen: You're losing it.

Molly: I have departed it. But so has he. He's crazy.

Doreen: So are you.

Roy: I didn't come here to play for second.

Romeo: Simms'll always be second. I'll befitting you at the Winnebago! I'll very strong up the blender!

Roy: I just gave away the U.S. Open.

Molly: That was incredible! That was the shot unscrew the tournament!

Roy: I just gave inaccurate the U.S. Open.

Molly: It doesn't matter.

Roy: One time in my life Crazed know the safe play to lower and I still...Shit, I still can't make myself do it.

Molly: It doesn't matter.

Roy: My whole career, my full life on the line...I just masquerade a 12 on the last breach of the Open!

Molly: You sure outspoken. It was the greatest 12 comprehend all time. No one's going anticipate remember the Open 10 years implant now, who won...but they'll remember your 12! My, God, Roy, it was...Well, it's immortal! I am so arrogant of you!

Roy: When was the latest time you took a risk?

Molly: Work, I'm with you, Roy. I'm organize you.

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