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Tin Cup est un film américain de genre Drame réalisé par Ron Shelton avec Kevin Costner

Tin Cup (1996)

Tin Cup
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Roy McAvoy

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [to Molly] "Fuck." "Shit." These are highly technical golf terms; You're using them on your first lesson. This is promising.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Does my inner child need a spanking?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [to Boone, who doesn't want to wager against Roy's car] That's because you think of it as transportation, Boone. Think of it as bragging rights. Think of yourself sitting around the bar, crowing to your cronies about the Cadillac you won from me. They'll forget all about the Winnebago you lost to me.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [to Molly] I'm going to qualify for the U.S. Open and kick your boyfriend's ass. Whatever you think of me, you should know he hates old people, children, and dogs.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Way I'm swinging today, nothing bugs me except insufficient applause.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook You know someone once said that golf and sex are the only two things you don't have to be good at to enjoy.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Well, what the hell? You ride her until she bucks you or don't ride at all.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Such a pure feeling is a well struck golf shot.

Dr. Molly Griswold

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook I can always tell when someone's lying to himself. But I am quite susceptible and frequently wrong when that person lies to me!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Why do men always insist on measuring their dicks?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook I find him... mildly attractive when he's obnoxious and arrogant like this.

Romeo Posar

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook 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.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [to Roy] 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?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [to Roy] You're a head case. You always have been, always will be.

Others

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Clint: [about Molly] How can such a pretty girl have such an ugly swing.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Earl: [about Roy] The word normal and him don't often collide in the same sentence.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook David Simms: Can you people not see that I'm busy? I'm working. This is my office. Do I come to your office and ask for an autograph? I don't think so. Jesus. What an ugly dog.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook TV Director: Another driving range pro, it's all we needed. It's heroes that I need. Not obscure driving range pros.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Jim Nantz: Unbelievable. McAvoy has done it. You just saw the greatest round in U.S. Open history. The all-time lowest round in a major doesn't belong to a Jack Nicklaus or an Arnold Palmer, Hogan, Nelson or Snead. It's been shot by the most improbable artist of all. Roy McAvoy has his signature on golf's all-time masterpiece round.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Doreen: [to Molly] You're not one of those women who tries to fix men, I hope. I mean, men cannot be fixed, and especially him.

Dialogue

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Any 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 brains in it?
Romeo: There's a rumor Earl does.
Roy: For chrissakes, fellas, come on, a little self-confidence from the players' gallery. We ain't talkin long division.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: I take it you're a feminist.
Roy: I've been called many things, never been saddled with that one.
Molly: You might try being saddled sometime. Smell of leather, sting of a whip.
Roy: I'm just a humble golf pro, can I help you?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: First thing you must learn is this game ain't about hitting a little ball in some yonder hole. It's about inner demons, self-doubt, human frailty and overcoming that shit. What kind of doctor did you say you were?
Molly: Psychologist. A neo-Jungian, post-modern Freudian, holistic secularist.
Roy: Okay.
Molly: I mean, inner demons, human frailty, that's my life's work.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: "What Is The Golf Swing," by Roy McAvoy? Well, I tend to think of the golf swing as a poem.
Romeo: Ooh, he's doing that poetry thing again.
Roy: The critical 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.
Molly: Right.
Roy: 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. There's a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods...
Molly: A, a nod to the gods?
Roy: 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 loins. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. And then 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!
Romeo: Ohh, he's doing that Arnold Palmer thing.
Roy: And then the unfinished symphony of Roy McAvoy.
Molly: What's unfinished?
Roy: Well, I have a short follow-through. It has an unfinished look...
Molly: Why?
Roy: Well, some say it's the easiest way to play in the winds of west Texas...some say it's because I never finish 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.
Molly: Jeez Louise.
Roy: There's only one other acceptable theory about how to hit the ball.
Molly: Oh, boy, well, I'm afraid to ask. What is it?
Roy: Grip it and rip it.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Waggle it and let the big dog eat.
Molly: What big dog?
Roy: The driver, the #1-wood.
Molly: Oh this is metal.
Roy: Woods are metal, the driver's known as the big dog. I'm just saying let him loose, let it rip, let the big dog eat.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: You know, this is without a doubt the stupidest, silliest...most idiotic, grotesquely masquerading game ever invented.
Roy: Yes ma'am and that's why I love it. Now if you hit one good shot, just one, and that tuning fork rings in your loins and you can't wait to get back...and do it again.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: 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?
Roy: Perhaps I'm chock-full of inner demons.
Molly: No. You're chock-full of bullshit.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Thirteen years on the tour an' you're still a pussy.
Simms: Thirteen years on the driving range and you still think this game is about your testosterone count.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: You know why I still hit that shot?
Romeo: Cuz that's the only way you could beat Dave Simms.
Roy: No.
Romeo: 'Cause it was that look in your face...
Roy: 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. I did not shrink from the challenge, I rose to it. If I had it to do all over again, I'd still hit that shot.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Romeo: 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."
Roy: Greatness courts failure, Romeo.
Romeo: You may be right boss, but you know what? Sometimes par is good enough to win.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: Mr. McAvoy, I can appreciate that you have a fairly laid-back, relaxed lifestyle--but I have hours to keep.
Roy: 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.
Molly: You amuse me, Roy. But I'm the only woman in America born after World War II who thinks astrology's a crock of shit.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Romeo: You know what I think? She's got you by the huevos.
Roy: 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.
Romeo: You'll have no trouble telling her you can't teach her until after the Open.
Roy: 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.
Romeo: 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?
Roy: Well, it'll show her that I'm not who she thinks I am.
Romeo: But you are who she thinks you are!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Here I am, ready to charge forth in pursuit of my destiny and I can't get time off work to do it.
Romeo: 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.
Roy: 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.
Romeo: You don't know no shrinks.
Roy: I know one!
Romeo: No-ooo, no no no. Not the doctor lady.
Roy: Why not?
Romeo: You can't ask for advice about the woman you're trying to hose FROM the woman you're trying to hose!
Roy: Why not?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: Roy, Roy... why are you here?
Roy: Therapy.
Molly: 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.
Roy: That's enough time. Thirty minutes? Hell, I'm not THAT fucked up.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Okay, so how do I do it? Therapy, I mean, I mean, wh-- how do I start doing it?
Molly: Ooo-kay, Roy. Well, in parlance you might understand, just kick back and let the big dog eat.
Roy: 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.
Molly: Mm-hmm?
Roy: I guess my question's this: What would possess the guy standing on the shore to swim for it?
Molly: He is an idiot.
Roy: No, see, he's a helluva swimmer. His problem's more like why does he always have to rise to the challenge?
Molly: He is a juvenile idiot.
Roy: You don't understand what I mean by the river.
Molly: 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.
Roy: You mean you're going to make me feel lousy?
Molly: No.
Roy: I came here to feel better. I mean, what kind of therapy is...
Molly: 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.
Roy: I'm not some just jerk driving range pro who drinks too much booze, eats too few vegetables, okay?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: 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.
Roy: Dr. Griswold...
Molly: Yes?
Roy: I think I'm in love with you.
Molly: What?
Roy: 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?
Molly: So...
Roy: 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.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: You've got a beautiful swing.
Roy: I'm a beautiful guy.
Molly: Look, Roy, I came to apologize, okay?
Roy: For what?
Molly: 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?
Roy: Cowboy?
Molly: 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.
Roy: A new gig?
Molly: Yeah, therapy. I took all the classes. I'm legitimate. Legal. Certified. Fuck! I'm certifiable. I'm really sorry.
Roy: Oh, boy.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Parred the backside with a 7-iron.
Simms: Why?
Molly: Yeah, that's exactly right. That's the question, "Why?"
Romeo: Because he broke his other clubs. Snapped them in two.
Simms: Jesus.
Roy: Not all of them. Romeo broke two.
Simms: 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.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Earl: You the man, Roy. You are definitely the man.
Clint: The man needs a ride home.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Look, I love Earl, okay, but... I need you.
Romeo: You don't love me?
Roy: Yeah, yeah, I-I love you too, goddammit.
Romeo: Well, as much as Earl?
Roy: 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.
Romeo: Am I special?
Roy: Well, if you can remove the sexual overtones and add a golf theme, then Romeo, I am your Juliet.
Romeo: In that case, Julieta, I am your caddy.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: A lost and desperate soul stands before you. I assume I have the confidentiality of the doctor/client privilege in regard to this outfit?
Molly: Of course. What happened?
Roy: I got the shanks.
Molly: Are you taking penicillin?
Roy: There's a glitch in my swing.
Molly: That's Romeo's department.
Roy: He thinks it's your department. Says it's a head thing.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: 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.
Molly: You have moments.
Roy: Yeah, well you tell me which ones are my moments and I'll try and duplicate them.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: "Not tonight" means maybe some other night?
Molly: No, I didn't mean it that like that.
Roy: Maybe consciously you didn't mean it that way, but how about unconsciously? Come on, you're the expert... did you mean it unconsciously?
Molly: Roy, unconsciously, I have no idea what I'm talking about.
Roy: Well, I feel we're making progress...
Molly: Well, I do too. I have no idea what it's progress towards, though. None.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: There's no such thing as semi-platonic.
Roy: Well there ought to be.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: 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?
Romeo: That, too.
Roy: I'm pronating.
Romeo: When you're not supinating.
Roy: I'm clearing too early, too late. My swing feels like an unfolding chair!
Romeo: Put your change in your left pocket. Go on, do it. Now, tie your left shoe in a double knot.
Roy: Tie my left shoe?
Romeo: 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.
Roy: I look like a fool!
Romeo: What do you think you look like shooting chili peppers up Lee 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.
[Roy hits the ball straight]
Romeo: You're ready.
Roy: How'd I do that?
Romeo: 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...
Roy: Fuck 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.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Romeo: You're humble now, homes.
Roy: I was hungover.
Romeo: Maybe that was a coaching mistake.
Roy: Yeah, maybe it was. Thanks, amigo.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: Keep shooting pars, asshole!
Simms: I'll take 18 of them, all day long!
Roy: Do it and I'll own you.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: I've got money from the bet. Let's go somewhere fancy and celebrate.
Roy: There's nothing to celebrate. Besides, these are my people. I'm a Waffle House guy. Got to stay in touch with that.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook 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.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: You don't think I can knock it on from there?
Commentator: Let's just say it's a low-percentage shot.
Roy: Well, so am I! I mean, look at me, all right, what I'm wearing. I mean, I'm playing for Rio Grande Short-Haul Trucking, Briggs and Brown Sanitation, First State Bank of Salome, Woody's Smokehouse... You think a... you think a guy like me bothers to worry about the percentages?

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: It won't always be like this, you know.
Molly: What?
Roy: 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.
Molly: Yes, it will.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: Doreen, how did he get the name Tin Cup?
Doreen: 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.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: This is everything, ain't it? This is the choice it comes down to -- this is our immortality.
Romeo: You don't need to be thinking immortality -- you need to be thinking hit the 7 iron!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Doreen: No, no, no. This is what always happens. He's going for it.
Molly: Go for it!
Doreen: Molly, get a grip. He only needs par to tie. Tell him to lay up.
Molly: Go for it, Roy! Just knock it on!
Doreen: This is why we broke up. He always went for it.
Molly: My problem is, I've never been with a man who went for it.
Doreen: Honey, he's your guy.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: I nutted that thing. I mean, I nutted it.
Romeo: I know. You put a hell of a move on it.
Roy: Little gust from the gods cost me.
Romeo: We'll take our drop, tie, and win the playoff.
Roy: I can make that shot!
Romeo: I know! But not now!
Roy: Now! I'm playing it from right here, now.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Romeo: This is the last ball in the bag. This gets wet, we're disqualified.
Roy: I can make it across.
Romeo: Then do it. Quit fucking around.
Doreen: He's crazy.
Molly: Oh, God. He's right. You're right, Roy! Just knock it on! Let her rip!
Doreen: You're losing it.
Molly: I have lost it. But so has he. He's crazy.
Doreen: So are you.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: I didn't come here to play for second.
Romeo: Simms'll always be second. I'll meet you at the Winnebago! I'll fire up the blender!
Roy: I just gave away the U.S. Open.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Molly: That was incredible! That was the shot of the tournament!
Roy: I just gave away the U.S. Open.
Molly: It doesn't matter.
Roy: One time in my life I know the safe play to hit and I still...Shit, I still can't make myself do it.
Molly: It doesn't matter.
Roy: My whole career, my whole life on the line...I just made a 12 on the last hole of the Open!
Molly: 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!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Roy: When was the last time you took a risk?
Molly: Well, I'm with you, Roy. I'm with you.