The Wisdom of Bagger Vance
Rannulph Junuh: 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 Junuh: 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 bitches to kill.
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.
Bagger Vance: I hear you lost your swing. I guess we got to go find it.
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 ain't got a burden to carry he don't understand, you ain't alone in that. But you been carryin' 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 can start.
Rannulph Junuh: Start?
Bagger Vance: Walkin'.
Rannulph Junuh: Where?
Bagger Vance: Right back to where you always been... and then stand there. Still... real still... and remember.
Rannulph Junuh: It's too long ago.
Bagger Vance: Oh no sir it was just a moment ago. Time for you to come on out the shadows Junuh. Time for you to choose.
Rannulph Junuh: I can't.
Bagger Vance: Yes you can... but you ain't alone... I"m right here with ya... I've been here all along. Now play the game, your game. The one that only you was meant to play. The one that was given to you when you come into this world. You ready? Strike that ball, Junuh, don't hold nothin' back give it everything. Now's the time. Let yourself remember. Remember YOUR swing. That's right, Junuh, settle yourself. Let's go. Now is the time, Junuh.
Bagger Vance: See, the trick is... to find your swing.
Rannulph Junuh: What'd you say?
Bagger Vance: Well you lost your swing. We got to go find it. Now it's somewhere... in the harmony... of all that is... all that was... all that will be.
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.
Bagger Vance: Yep, inside each and every one of us is one true authentic swing. Somethin' we was born with. Somethin' that's ours and ours alone. Somethin' that can't be taught to ya or learned. Somethin' that got to be remembered. Over time the world can rob us of that swing. It get buried inside us under all our woulda's and coulda's and shoulda's. Some folk even forget what their swing was like.
Bagger Vance: Put your eyes on Bobby Jones. Look
at his practice swing, almost like he's searchin for something. Then he finds
it. Watch how he settle hisself right into the middle of it, feel that
focus. He got a lot of shots he could 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, and that shot is gonna choose him.
There's a perfect shot out there tryin' to find each and every one of us. All we got to do is get ourselves out of its way, to let it choose us. 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 turnin' of the Earth, all come together, where everything that is, becomes one. You got to seek that place with your soul, Junuh. Seek it with your hands, don't think about it. Feel it. Your hands is wiser than your head ever gonna be. Now I can't take you there, Junuh. Just hopes I can help you find a way. Just you... that ball... that flag... and all you are.
Bagger Vance: Yeah, I always felt a man's grip on his club just like a man's grip on his world.
Bagger Vance: Yeah, the rhythm of the game just like the rhythm of life.
Walter Hagen: The meaning of it all is that there is no meaning.