segunda-feira, outubro 29, 2007

Bagger Vance: You lost your swing. We got to go find it.

Bagger Vance: Don't make no sense is all. Man say he don't play no golf when he out here this shade of night hittin balls off in the dark where he can't even see 'em.
Rannulph Junuh: Well, I've done things that have made less sense.
Bagger Vance: As we all have...

Bagger Vance: You want to quit, Mr. Junuh? You can just go ahead and creep off somewhere, I'll tell folk you took sick. Truth be told, ain't nobody gonna really object. Fact, they probably be happy as bugs in a bake shop to see you pack up.
Rannulph Junuh: You know I can't quit.
Bagger Vance: I know. Just making sure you know it too.

Bagger Vance: Fix your eyes on Bobby Jones. Look at his practice swing, almost like he's searching for something. Then he finds it. Watch how he settle this up, right into the middle. Feel that focus. He's got a lot of shots to choose from. Duffs and tops and skulls. There's only ONE shot that's in perfect harmony with the field. One shot that's his authentic shot. That shot is gonna choose him. There's a perfect shot trying to find each and every one of us. All we got to do is get ourselves out of its way and let it choose us. Look at him, he's in the field. You can't see that flag as some dragon you got to slay. You got to look with soft eyes. See the place where the tides and the seasons and the turning of the earth all come together. Where everything that is, becomes one.

Bagger Vance: What I'm talkin about is a game. A game that can't be won, only played.
Rannulph Junuh: You don't understand.
Bagger Vance: I don't need to understand. Ain't a soul on this entire earth who ain't got a burden to carry he don't understand. You ain't alone in that. But you've been carrying this one long enough. Time to go on, lay it down.
Rannulph Junuh: I don't know how.
Bagger Vance: You got a choice. You can stop or you could start.
Rannulph Junuh: Start?
Bagger Vance: Walking.
Rannulph Junuh: Where?
Bagger Vance: Back to wehre you've always been and then stand there. Still. Real still, and remember.
Rannulph Junuh: It's too long ago.
Bagger Vance: No, sir, it was just a moment ago. Time to come on out the shadows, Junuh. Time for you to choose.

Rannulph Junuh: I could've killed you out there.
Bagger Vance: No, sir. I set myself directly in front of you. Judging by how you hit them balls, I figured I'd be out of harm's way.

Bagger Vance: Fella gonna be needing a caddy.
Rannulph Junuh: You're a caddy?
Bagger Vance: Well, that depends. You're a golfer?

Old Hardy Greaves: God is happiest, when his children are at play.

Rannulph Junnah: Now the question on the table is how drunk is drunk enough? And the answer is, it's all a matter of brain cells.
Hardy Greaves: Brain cells?
Rannulph Junnah: That's right, Hardy. Every drink of liquor you take kills a thousand brain cells. Now that doesn't matter, 'cos we got billions more. At first the sadness cells die, so you smile real big. And then the quiet cells go, so you just say everything real loud for no reason at all. That's ok, that's ok, because the stupid cells go next, so everything you say is real smart. And finally, come the memory cells. These are tough sons of bitches to kill.

Old Hardy Greaves: But it doesn't matter. As Bagger once said, "It's a game that can't be won, only played". And so I play. I play on. I play for the moments yet to come, looking for my place in the field.

Rannulph Junnah: You really love this game, don't you?
Hardy Greaves: The greatest game there is.
Rannulph Junnah: You really think so?
Hardy Greaves: Ask anybody. It's fun, it's hard and you stand on the green grass, and it's just you and the ball. There ain't nobody to beat up on but yourself. Just like Mr. Nunan keeps hitting himself with the club when he's angry. He's broken his toe three times on account of it. It's the only game you can call penalty on yourself. If you're honest, which most people are. There just ain't no other game like it.