Tin Cup1996

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
Okay, so how do I do it? Therapy, I mean, I mean, wh-- how do I start doing it?

Dr. Molly Griswold:
Ooo-kay, Roy. Well, in parlance you might understand, just kick back and let the big dog eat.

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
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, sh*t 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.

Dr. Molly Griswold:
Mm-hmm?

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
I guess my question's this: What would possess the guy standing on the shore to swim for it?

Dr. Molly Griswold:
He is an idiot.

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
No, see, he's a helluva swimmer. His problem's more like why does he always have to... rise to the challenge?

Dr. Molly Griswold:
He is a juvenile idiot.

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
You don't understand what I mean by the river.

Dr. Molly Griswold:
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 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
You mean you're going to make me feel lousy?

Dr. Molly Griswold:
No.

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy:
I came here to feel better. I mean, what kind of therapy is...

Dr. Molly Griswold:
Roy, Roy, Roy, you don't have any inner demons. What you have is inner crapola, inner debris... garbage... loose wires, a few...

Dr. Molly Griswold:
horseshit in staggering amounts.