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.
Bagger Vance: You wanna quit Mr. Junuh? You know 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... In fact, they'd probably be happy as bugs in a bake shop to see you pack up and go home.
Rannulph Junuh: You know I can't quit.
Bagger Vance: I know... Just makin sure you know it too.
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.
Hardy Greaves: I heard my dad say that you won every golf tournament there ever was in the South and how you hit a drive so long that they made you stop playin for 20 minutes just to measure it for a record... and how you used to swing righty, but you were in the woods once by this tree so there was no room to swing righty... so you borrowed somebody's lefty club and hit the ball six inches from the hole.
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 wouldas and couldas and shouldas... Some folk even forget what their swing was like.
Rannulph Junuh: I'm not asking for your crown, Walter. If I wanted it badly enough, I'd just take it.