Why do men always insist on measuring their dicks?
Tin Cup (1996) · 60 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Tin Cup (1996): in 26 of its 60 quotes
Most scenes with: Roy McAvoy (21), Romeo Posar (3), Doreen (3)
I can always tell when someone's lying to himself. But I'm susceptible and frequently wrong when a person lies to me.
More lines from Dr. Molly Griswold
2 quotesI find him... mildly attractive when he's obnoxious and arrogant like this.
Scenes with Dr. Molly Griswold
23 scenesI take it you're a feminist.
I've been called many things, but never been saddled with that.
You might try being saddled. Smell of leather, a whip's sting.
I'm just a humble golf pro.
First thing you must learn is this game ain't about hitting a ball in a hole. It's about inner demons, self-doubt, human frailty and overcoming that crap. What kind of doctor did you say you were?
Psychologist. I'm a neo-Jungian, post-modern Freudian, holistic secularist.
Okay.
Inner demons and human frailty is my life's work.
"What Is The Golf Swing," by Roy McAvoy? Well, I tend to think of the golf swing as a poem.
Ooh, he's doing that poetry thing again.
The opening phrase of this poem will always be the grip. The hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the little finger.
Right.
Lowly and slowly, the clubhead is led back, pulled into position not by the hands, but by the body, which turns away from the target, shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything; perfection unobtainable as the body coils down at the top of the swing. Theres a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods.
A, a nod to the gods?
Yeah, to the gods. That he is fallible. That perfection is unobtainable. And now the weight begins shifting back to the left pulled by the powers inside the earth. It's alive, this swing! A living sculpture and down through contact, always down, striking the ball crisply, with character. A tuning fork goes off in your heart and your balls. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. Now the follow through to finish. Always on line. The reverse C of the Golden Bear! The steel workers' power and brawn of Carl Sandburg's Arnold Palmer!
Unnhh, he's doing the Arnold Palmer thing.
End the unfinished symphony of Roy McAvoy.
What's unfinished?
I have a short follow-through. It has an unfinished look.
Why?
Some say it's the easiest way to play in the winds of west Texas...some say it's because I never finished anything in my life. You can decide. But the point is...every finishing position is unique. That's what the golf swing's about. It's about gaining control of your life and...letting go at the same time.
Jeez Louise.
There's only one other acceptable theory about how to hit the ball.
Oh, boy, well, I'm afraid to ask. What's the other theory?
Grip it and rip it.
Waggle it and let the big dog eat.
What big dog?
The driver, the #1-wood.
This is metal.
All woods are. The driver's known as the big dog. I'm just saying let him loose, let it rip, let the big dog eat.
You know, this is without a doubt the stupidest, silliest...most idiotic, grotesquely masquerading game ever invented.
Yes, that's why I love it. If you hit one good shot and that tuning fork rings in your loins and you can't wait to get back.
Can I ask you a question? If you're such a legendary golfer, as everyone says...then why are you, at your age, out here in the sticks...operating a barely-solvent business, ducking the IRS...collecting a few dollars for beer when you're capable of much more?
Perhaps I'm chock-full of inner demons.
No. You're chock-full of bullshit.
Mr. McAvoy, I can appreciate that you have a fairly laid-back lifestyle, but I have hours to keep.
All right. A former paramour once ascribed my fluid sense of time to being born under the sign of Pisces. Something about floating through the universe.
Oh, you amuse me, Roy. But I'm the only woman born after World War II who thinks astrology's bullshit.
Roy, Roy... why are you here?
Therapy.
You've come for therapy? Okay, look, Roy, you know, you really need to make an appointment. Because I have a client in a half an hour.
That's enough time. Thirty minutes? Hell, I'm not THAT **** up.
Okay, so how do I do it? Therapy, I mean, I mean, wh-- how do I start doing it?
Ooo-kay, Roy. Well, in parlance you might understand, just kick back and let the big dog eat.
Suppose there's this guy, and he's standing on the shore of a big wide river, and the... river's full of all manner of disaster, you know, piranhas, alligators, eddies, currents, shit like that nobody'll even go down there to dip a toe. And on the other side of the river's a million bucks, and on this side of the river is a rowboat.
Mm-hmm?
I guess my question's this: What would possess the guy standing on the shore to swim for it?
He is an idiot.
No, see, he's a helluva swimmer. His problem's more like why does he always have to rise to the challenge?
He is a juvenile idiot.
You don't understand what I mean by the river.
Roy, we're talking about you, and what you like to call your inner demons -- that human frailty you like to blather about -- not some mythopoetic metaphor you come up with in a feeble and transparent effort to do yourself credit.
You mean you're going to make me feel lousy?
No.
I came here to feel better. I mean, what kind of therapy is...
Roy, Roy, Roy, you don't have any inner demons. What you have is inner crapola, inner debris... garbage... loose wires, [laughs] horseshit in staggering amounts.
I'm not some just jerk driving range pro who drinks too much booze, eats too few vegetables, okay?
All you have to do is walk up to this, this woman, wherever she is, look her in the eye -- look at me, Roy -- just look her in the eyes, that's right, let down your guard, and don't try to be cool or smooth or whatever; just be honest and take a risk. And you know what, whatever happens, if you act from the heart, you can't make a mistake.
Dr. Griswold...
Yes?
I think I'm in love with you.
What?
From the moment I first saw you, I knew I was through with bar girls and... strippers and motorcycle chicks, and... when we first started talking I was smitten with you, and I'm smitten with you more every day I think about you, and the fact that you know I'm full of crapola only makes you more attractive to me. Usually I can bullshit people, but I can't bullshit you, and in addition you got, you got great legs, and most women I'm thinking about how to get in their pants from day one, but with you I'm just I'm just thinking about how to get into your heart. Stunned?
So...
So what about dinner and we can talk about us and if we have a future and how to drop that horse's ass boyfriend of yours.
You've got a beautiful swing.
I'm a beautiful guy.
Look, Roy, I came to apologize, okay?
For what?
You did what I said and I poured cold water over your efforts. I didn't get it. I'm a terrible shrink, probably. Should've stayed in real estate, shit, actually, I should have never left Ohio for that cowboy in Amarillo, but... Have you ever been to Amarillo?
Cowboy?
Yeah. It's not as romantic when you're actually with one, trust me. So, the oil man in Dallas or Houston, I don't know where he was from. Anyway, he looked great. After that, I went to the Gulf and ended up in trailer sales. Then condos in Corpus Christi. The bottom, just, boom, fell right out of the market so I needed a new gig.
A new gig?
Yeah, therapy. I took all the classes. I'm legitimate. Legal. Certified. ****! I'm certifiable. I'm really sorry.
Oh, boy.
Parred the backside with a 7-iron.
Why?
Yeah, that's exactly right. That's the question, "Why?"
Because he broke his other clubs. Snapped them in two.
Jesus.
Not all of them. Romeo broke two.
I'm on your side here. We go way back. I hope you qualify for the Open. But if you do, you better play with control or you'll get slaughtered. Good players shoot an 80 in the Open. You see it means you just can't go for it.
A lost and desperate soul stands before you. I assume I have the confidentiality of the doctor/client privilege in regard to this outfit?
Of course. What happened?
I got the shanks.
Are you taking penicillin?
There's a glitch in my swing.
That's Romeo's department.
He thinks it's your department. Says it's a head thing.
Listen to me...you're with the wrong guy. I'm the right guy. You know how he said my face was screwed up tighter than a drum, well I know that it's because I've been crazy about you. From the moment you came here, when you were wearing all this stupid shit. And the whole damn thing has both inspired me to get here and also caused me to get the shanks, which could humilate me in front of a billion zillion people in a game I used to know how to play pretty good. (smiles) Such is life. (pauses) Dump that phony bastard you're with and come to the Open in my corner, okay? Tell me...tell me you're not just like at least moderately attracted to me.
You have moments.
Yeah, well you tell me which ones are my moments and I'll try and duplicate them.
"Not tonight" means maybe some other night?
No, I didn't mean it that like that.
Maybe consciously you didn't mean it that way, but how about unconsciously? Come on, you're the expert... did you mean it unconsciously?
Roy, unconsciously, I have no idea what I'm talking about.
Well, I feel we're making progress...
Well, I do too. I have no idea what it's progress towards, though. None.
There's no such thing as semi-platonic.
Well there ought to be.
I've got money from the bet. Let's go somewhere fancy and celebrate.
There's nothing to celebrate. Besides, these are my people. I'm a Waffle House guy. Got to stay in touch with that.
It won't always be like this, you know.
What?
With me surrounded by all these guys, snoring... stripper ex-girlfriend laying across from us... caddy sleeping next to her. It won't always be like this.
Yes, it will.
Doreen, how did he get the name Tin Cup?
Oh, he was the catcher on the high school baseball team. The star pitcher had a big-league curve... not all of his pitches hit Roy in the mitt, ouch. The team thought Tin Cup was a whole lot better than Clank.
No, no, no. This is what always happens. He's going for it.
Go for it!
Molly, get a grip. He only needs par to tie. Tell him to lay up.
Go for it, Roy! Just knock it on!
This is why we broke up. He always went for it.
My problem is, I've never been with a man who went for it.
Honey, he's your guy.
This is the last ball in the bag. This gets wet, we're disqualified.
I can make it across.
Then do it. Quit **** around.
He's crazy.
Oh, God. He's right. You're right, Roy! Just knock it on! Let her rip!
You're losing it.
I have lost it. But so has he. He's crazy.
So are you.
That was incredible! That was the shot of the tournament!
I just gave away the U.S. Open.
It doesn't matter.
One time in my life I know the safe play to hit and I still...Shit, I still can't make myself do it.
It doesn't matter.
My whole career, my whole life on the line...I just made a 12 on the last hole of the Open!
You sure did. It was the greatest 12 of all time. No one's going to remember the Open 10 years from now, who won...but they'll remember your 12! My, God, Roy, it was...Well, it's immortal! I am so proud of you!
When was the last time you took a risk?
Well, I'm with you, Roy. I'm with you.
Can I ask you a question? If you're such a legendary striker of the golf ball, as everyone says...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?
Perhaps I'm chock-full of inner demons.
No. You're chock-full of bullshit.
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