Out west where the sun descends gloriously over desolatemountains. A sense of timeless and incorruptible beautyif you ignore the TWANG of the MUSIC, the SPUTTER of theTRACTOR, the ZAPS, the THWACKS... and something else...
really, into the deepening night. There's a beer between
his legs. Behind him:
EARL, and DEWEY. Each man has money in one hand and hispreferred libation in the other. They're all lookingback and forth between the bug lights hung on the backwall, and muttering what sounds like bets to:
river in Mexico, Romeo is Tin Cup's caddie, confidante,
Okay, all bets are down!
Their eyes rivet on the bug lights, edgy, hopeful,
Number one is the winner! Dewey
has the winner. Pays five to two!
the losers. It's fast-paced, inane, time-killing
gambling. Tin Cup looks over.
Don't you shitheels ever get
... 'Cuz I got a riddle.
Tin Cup holds court.
they got a brain with two ounces
of brains in it?
reveal the heft of their brains.
For Chrissakes, boys! A little
self-confidence from the players'
gallery. We ain't talking long
How much we gotta lose?
That's a hell of an idea. Say
You going to get the riddle, Tin
Dewey. I'm the one asking the
riddle. I already know the
answer. I don't getta guess.
Although... We could say if I get
gets the riddle, I get the pot.
And I know what you're thinking.
It's an impossible riddle. Well,
It's not. It's an easy riddle.
fluke luck I win, and you all
don't agree it was an easy
riddle, hell, I'll refund your
EARL, CLINT & ALL
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