You won't listen to me, will you? Even when I'm trying to help you, man. After all these years you think I'm full of shit?
Tin Cup (1996) · 60 quotes
3rd most-quoted character in Tin Cup (1996): in 19 of its 60 quotes
Most scenes with: Roy McAvoy (16), Dr. Molly Griswold (3)
Look, boss, I only got one rule. And that's never bet money that you don't have on a dog race with an ex-girlfriend who happens to be a stripper.
More lines from Romeo Posar
2 quotesYou're a head case. You always have been, always will be.
Scenes with Romeo Posar
16 scenesAny of you shitheads ever get bored? You ever get bored? 'Cause I got a riddle. Takes about 2 ounces of brains to figure it out. Anybody think they got a brain with 2 ounces of brain?
There's a rumor Earl does.
For chrissakes, boys, come on, a little self-confidence from the gallery. This ain't long division.
"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.
You know why I still hit that shot?
Yeah, because it's the only way you could beat Dave Simms.
No.
'Cause it was that look in your face...
I hit it again because that shot was a defining moment, and when a defining moment comes along, you define the moment or the moment defines you. If I had it to do all over again, I'd still hit that shot.
Man, you'd bury yourself alive just to prove you could handle the shovel.
Now that was a defining moment. And the definition was "shit."
Greatness courts failure, Romeo.
You may be right, but you know what? Sometimes par is good enough to win.
You know what I think? She's got you by the huevos.
Your job is to teach me patience and humility. Don't advise me on love-life. Not all my thinking occurs below the belt. I stand for a few things besides my next romantic interlude.
You'll have no trouble telling her you can't teach her until after the Open.
That'd make an issue out of something that's not an issue. Besides, I'm focused. I am! This is my quest! This is my stand for the guys who've had their fill of soulless robots like David Simms.
Well, He may be a soulless robot, but he's a rich, happy, soulless robot... with a beautiful doctor-lady girlfriend. Besides, how's getting in the Open going to change what she thinks about you?
Well, it'll show her that I'm not who she thinks I am.
But you are who she thinks you are!
Here I am, ready to charge forth in pursuit of my destiny and I can't get time off work to do it.
I'm no expert here, but it seems to me that the pursuit of destiny isn't something you need to get off a $10 per hour job to do.
Well, I'm stuck, and I'm buried. I need help, and I need advice. I need counseling, I need a... I need a shrink.
You don't know no shrinks.
I know one!
No-ooo, no no no. Not the doctor lady.
Why not?
You can't ask for advice about the woman you're trying to hose FROM the woman you're trying to hose!
Why not?
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.
Look, I love Earl, okay, but... I need you.
You don't love me?
Yeah, yeah, I-I love you too, goddammit.
Well, as much as Earl?
I don't know! I mean, when I was with Earl, I was thinking of you... Yes, uh, as much as Earl. More than Earl. More than Earl.
Am I special?
Well, if you can remove the sexual overtones and add a golf theme, then Romeo, I am your Juliet.
In that case, Julieta, I am your caddy.
You're the Mexican Mac O'Grady. Figure out why I'm shanking...I'm catching it on the hosel? Moving my head? I'm laying it off?
That, too.
I'm pronating.
When you're not supinating.
I'm clearing too early, too late. My swing feels like an unfolding chair!
Put your change in your left pocket. Go on, do it. Now, tie your left shoe in a double knot.
Tie my left shoe?
Right now, do it! Turn the hat backwards. Turn your hat around. Do it, Roy! Take this tee and stick it behind your left ear.
I look like a fool!
What do you think you look like shooting chili peppers up Janzen's ass? Do it now or I'm going to quit. I swear to God I'll quit. Good. Take this ball and hit it up the fairway.
You're ready.
How'd I do that?
Because you're not thinking about shanking or Molly. You're not thinking. You're looking like a fool, hitting the ball pure and simple...
**** you.
**** me, huh? Well, you're cured.
That's it?
That's it. Your brain was getting in the way.
That's hardly ever been the case.
No shit, Sherlock.
You're humble now, homes.
I was hungover.
Maybe that was a coaching mistake.
Yeah, maybe it was. Thanks, amigo.
This is for Venturi who thinks I should lay up.
What does he know? He only won this tournament before you were born.
This is everything, ain't it? This is the choice it comes down to -- this is our immortality.
You don't need to be thinking immortality -- you need to be thinking hit the 7 iron!
I nutted that thing. I mean, I nutted it.
I know. You put a hell of a move on it.
Little gust from the gods cost me.
We'll take our drop, tie, and win the playoff.
I can make that shot!
I know! But not now!
Now! I'm playing it from right here, now.
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.
I didn't come here to play for second.
Simms'll always be second. I'll meet you at the Winnebago! I'll fire up the blender!
I just gave away the U.S. Open.
1981 Fort Washington Golf Club, Fresno, California- Ring a bell? Final round of the Tour qualifing school? Tried to hit that same impossible cut 3-wood into the wind from a hilly lie- 5 in a row out of bounds. Until you finaly pulled it off and tapped it in for a crowd-pleasing 13... when a 12 would have got you on the Tour. Now that was a defining moment. And the definition was "shit."
Greatness courts failure, Romeo.
You may be right boss, but you know what? Sometimes par is good enough to win.







