Tin Cup Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 135 min
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(finally)
It is about gaining control of
your life, and letting go at the
same time.
Molly stares back, exhausted and intrigued.
MOLLY:
Jeez Louise...
TIN CUP:
There is only one other acceptable
theory of how to hit a golf ball.
MOLLY:
I'm afraid to ask. What's the
other theory?
TIN CUP:
Grip it and rip it.
MOLLY:
While I appreciate your poetic
sensibility, Mr. McAvoy -
TIN CUP:
Call me Roy, Molly...
MOLLY:
Call me Dr. Griswold...
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Roy... but at this point I think
I'm more of the 'grip it and rip
it' school. Hand me the driver.
Tin Cup does. She tees it up.
TIN CUP:
Waggle it, Doc, don't forget to
waggle.
(as she stares at
him)
Waggle... the club head...
(shows her)
... it's a little relaxing
ritual...
She waggles the club head, then takes the club back.
10.
TIN CUP:
Let the Big Dog eat!
She stops, lets the club fall.
MOLLY:
What Big Dog?
TIN CUP:
The driver, the number one wood -
MOLLY:
It's metal.
TIN CUP:
Yeah, woods are metal -- don't
worry about it -- and the driver's
known as the Big Dog and I'm just
saying to turn him loose, let 'er
rip, let the Big Dog eat!
MOLLY:
Oh.
She swings. Tops the ball. It goes ten feet.
MOLLY:
This is, without a doubt, the
stupidest, silliest, most idiotic
grotesquery masquerading as a game
that has ever been invented.
TIN CUP:
(cheerfully)
Yes, ma'am, that's why I love it.
(beat)
And if you hit one good shot -- if
that tuning fork rings in your
loin -- you can't wait to get
back.
She cracks one dead solid perfect out into the night. It
MOLLY:
I think the Big Dog ate something.
TIN CUP:
Did the tuning fork ring in your
loin?
MOLLY:
I wouldn't go that far.
TIN CUP:
Always quit on a good shot. We'll
call that lesson number one...
11.
(confidentially)
... and if ya wouldn't mind paying
me in cash -- there's a little
I.R.S. situation I'm dealing with
MOLLY:
If you're such a legendary striker
of the golf ball as everyone says,
then why are you, at your age, out
here in the middle of nowhere
operating a barely solvent
establishment, ducking the I.R.S.,
collecting a few pathetic dollars
to buy your next sixpack -- when
you're capable of so much more?
Her speech is delivered without judgement or rancor, so
matter of factly that he's disarmed.
TIN CUP:
Perhaps I'm chocked full of inner
demons?
MOLLY:
No, you're chocked full of
bullshit -
(cheerily)
Same time next week?
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