Legend of Bagger Vance

Bagger Vance:
I hear you lost your swing. I guess we got to go find it.

Rannulph Junuh:
I can't do it, Bagger. It was too long ago!

Bagger Vance:
No it wasn't. It was just a moment ago.

Old Hardy Greaves:
A terrific shot! But into the woods, goddammit! Goddammit! I spend more time in the trees than the squirrels do.

Rannulph Junuh:
What were you doing out there? I could have killed you.

Bagger Vance:
Nah, actually, I positioned myself right in front of you, 'cause from the way your swings were goin', I figured that was the safest place.

Rannulph Junuh:
Anything else?

Bagger Vance:
Just bash the living sh*t out of it.

Adele Invergordon:
And now I'm supposed to run into your arms and melt like butter on a hot muffin?

Rannulph Junuh:
I'm not asking for your crown, Walter. If I wanted it badly enough, I'd just take it.

Walter Hagen:
Hey, I admire the way you're dealing with this match, Junuh. Fighting the way you are. It's damn noble. But no matter how good a fighter you are, just remember, I can ask they King to gold the flag for me when I putt, but he's not going to give me his crown, neither is Bobby and neither am I.

Adel Invergordon:
I like the way we danced.

Rannulph Junuh:
You gonna hit the ball or you gonna dance with it?

Bagger Vance:
Five dollars guaranteed.

Rannulph Junuh:
Alright I'll play in your stupid golf tournament (to Adel) I shoulda' let you finish what you started, now I got nothin' at all to show for it.

Rannulph Junuh:
This is getting embarassing.

Bagger Vance:
Oh no sir, this has been embarassing for quite some time.

Walter Hagen:
The meaning of it all is that there is no meaning.

Bagger Vance:
Inside each and every one of us is our one, true authentic swing. Something we was born with. Something that's ours and ours alone. Something that can't be learned... something that's got to be remembered.

Rannulph Junuh:
You a caddy?

Bagger Vance:
Uh, that depends. You 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 that it's all a matter of brain cells

Hardy Greaves:
Brain cells?

Rannulph Junnah:
That's right Hardy. You see every drink of liquor you take kills a thousand brain cells. Now that doesn't much matter 'cos we got billions more. And 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'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 b*tches to kill.

Rannulph Junnah:
I could have killed you out there.

Bagger Vance:
Oh no sir, see I set myself directly in front of ya. Judgin' how you were hittin' them balls that's where I figure I'd be out of harms way.

We don't need some sawed-off Scotsman pooping drives out 40 yards in Jones and Hagens wake! We need a man with thunder in his fist! A hero to boom that pill out past those golfing gods - We need a knight! - You're our gentle-born chevalier.