I'm taking the house, too. Shooter's ball is in the woods. Come on, that was funny. I will work on what you call behaving. Anyone I get close to, dies.
. Cough it up, you dirty bastard! I got a call from the Dallas Open. Right now I'm working on a promotion-- You know what would be great? That's the first time he's failed to outdrive McGavin. If I can beat those other guys. Description A Hockey player wannabe finds out that he has the most powerful golf drive in history. Ladies and gentlemen, Shooter McGavin.
Happy Gilmore answers back with a birdie. I can take extra special care of that young lady for nothing. I feel a lot of solid energy coming out of you. What the hell is wrong with you? Bring him to the airport. Where did he finish again? That Happy Gilmore is a real crack-up. Only the biggest tournament of the year.
He's a disgrace to the game! Now you'll really be mad. Now, you make this one in four or less shots. This is Adam Sandler at his very best. You said if we got the money, we could buy it back. Happy, I'm so glad to see you. Where you taking those clubs, punk?! I want to kiss you all over And over and again I want to kiss you all over Till the night closes in Till the night closes in Terry! An alligator bit my hand off.
You should be working at the snack bar, not playing golf. We mail them next week. It's just that it's rainy and that guy. I want to see it by 6:00 p. That makes one of us. No, he has to hit it now.
Well, at least we got the house. Put that on my tab. I had a rough day. Apparently, he also has a short fuse. Sandler plays a lazy guy who has to save his grandmother's house from being removed.
All you have to do is tap it in. I can't stand to live in this place another minute! This is not hockey, no matter how much you want it to be. They're deluged with calls from people who want to see Happy. I even saw one guy. Some might call it luck. Happy Gilmore is a rowdy boy, who was raised by his grandmother.
I'm close to getting her house back. This looks like the end for Happy Gilmore. Stop fraternizing with the help, Gilmore. Twenty bucks says you can't. What the hell are you doing? Happy Gilmore approaches the tee in the 72nd annual Cleveland Classic.
Happy, the ball has its own energy or life force, if you will. Cut me down in my prime. Happy Gilmore accomplished that feat no more than an hour ago. Listen to what I say. You should play in the Waterbury Open tomorrow. First my dad and now Chubbs. Gilmore, you have the honors.
The real favorite is Portland. And Shooter can't believe it! Give me-- Give me the ball. My grandfather built this house with his bare hands. Shooter now has a commanding lead. The timing is just perfect. You sure crush the ball at the tee.