My name is Happy Gilmore.
Ever since I was old enough to skate, I loved hockey.
I wasn't really the greatest skater, though.
But that didn't stop my dad from teaching me
the secret of smacking the greatest slap shot.
My dad worshipped hockey. My mom didn't.
That's why she moved to Egypt,
where there's not a hockey rink within 1,500 miles.
Dad always took me to games to cheer for our favorite player
Terry O'Reilly, the Tasmanian Devil.
He wasn't the biggest guy in the league, but he feared nobody, just like me.
Handsome fellow, huh?
He always said that when I grew up, I could be anything I wanted to be
but I never wanted to be anything but a hockey player.
Yeah, my childhood was going great, but life is full of surprises.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
After the funeral
I was sent to live with my grandma in Waterbury.
I was kind of nervous, since I really didn't know her that well
but she dressed like Gene Simmons from KISS to cheer me up.
She's the sweetest person in the world.
See, after my dad died, I developed kind of a short fuse.
That kid right there just stole my party blower
and instead of asking for it back
I felt I had to belt him in the head a bunch of times with a hammer.
Look at me go.
But most of the time, I was quick to say I was sorry.
During high school, I played junior hockey and still hold two league records:
most time spent in a penalty box
and I was the only guy to ever take off his skate
and try to stab somebody.
After I graduated, I had a lot of different jobs.
I was a road worker,
a janitor,
a security guard,
a gas station attendant,
and a plumber.
Lately, I've been working construction. It's not a bad racket.
I'm a pretty good shot with a nail gun.
But one day my boss, Mr. Larson, got in the way.
Apparently, he also has a short fuse. Look at that monster.
He got a few lucky punches in there, but I still feel I won the fight.
Anyways, those jobs weren't for me.
I was put on this planet for one reason, to play hockey.
That's my puck, baby! Don't you ever touch my puck!
Number 18. Is that Gilmore again?
How many times has this guy tried out, anyway?
At least 10 times.
The guy's got a lot of intensity.
(GRUNTING)
Not a real strong skater, though.
Ain't the best puck handler, either.
MAN: Man, which side are you playing for?
COACH: Yeah, but, my God...
What a shot.
Damn it!
Is that goal regulation size, or what?
(EXCLAIMING)
Number 1,
number 52, number 16.
They saw my power, man. Ain't no way they're gonna dog me this year.
Number 9
and number 43.
The rest of you, if your number wasn't called, better luck next year.
Hey, Coach, what's going on here, man? What about me?
Gilmore.
Gilmore, I called your number, didn't I?
No, no, no, no, you didn't.
Well, better luck next year.
Now, that wasn't very nice! What are you doing?
(COACH GRUNTING)
Get him off me!
Somebody help me!
You think you're better than me?
Hey, where are you going? I got us Subway.
I already ate.
Well, I went to high school with a guy who worked there, so we got extra meatball.
Great. I got to run. See you later.
Hey, can you just stick around? I kind of had a rough day.
Bye.
When are you getting back? Never.
Terry, wait!
Wait! Hold on a second, babe.
Yeah.
You're not going for good, are you, honey?
You're going nowhere, Happy, and you're taking me with you.
All you ever talk about is being a pro hockey player, but there's a problem.
You're not any good!
I am good! You know what? You're a lousy kindergarten teacher!
I've seen those finger paintings you bring home, and they suck!
I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean that. I think they're excellent finger paintings.
Please don't go.
I am not spending the rest of my life with a loser.
I'm gone.
Good! Then, get the hell out of my life! Who needs you? Beat it! Leave me alone!
I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean that either.
I just yell sometimes 'cause I get so scared,
scared of being a nobody.
Why don't you just come back upstairs, honey?
I'll give you the old smoochy-smoo kissy-wissy.
Hmm.
You know Happy's gonna make everything okay.
(HAPPY MOANING)
(SINGING) I wanna kiss you all over
And over and again
I wanna kiss you all over
(SCATTING)
Till the night closes in
Terry!
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
All right, sit tight. I'll be right over.
Hey, you no want breakfast?
Grandma!
Hey, put that stuff down! That's my grandmother's!
Cut it out, kid. We're just doing our jobs.
What are you talking about?
Your grandmother hasn't paid her taxes in over a decade.
What?
Grandma, you didn't pay your taxes?
I would have, but I didn't have any money.
Where are you taking all her stuff?
I'm not taking her stuff, okay? The government is.
It's not like I'm taking her stuff over to my place
or something like that, all right? So don't get mad at me.
But she's an old lady. I mean, look at her. She's old.
You can't just take her stuff. She's too old.
I'm sorry. I have no discretion here. Her stuff is now our stuff.
Well, at least we got the house, right?
I mean, I can bring furniture from my place over here. We're gonna be okay, Grandma.
Now you're really gonna be mad. I have to take the house, too.
No, look, pal, my grandfather built this house with his bare hands.
My grandma's been here over 60 years. You can't take her house.
Mrs. Gilmore owes the IRS
$270,000 in back taxes.
Oh, my God. We have to take the house.
And if you can't get the money together in 90 days
we're gonna have to sell the house to someone else.
You hate me, don't you?
No,no,no, I don't hate you.
(GRUNTING)
He hates me.
HAPPY: Don't worry, Grandma, everything's going to be all right.
Look at this place, Silver Acres Rest Home.
Hell, it looks more like a country club than a nursing home.
Nice grass, nice people.
Now, I hope you brought your bathing suit. Oh, Happy.
I'm telling you, this place is perfect. You're gonna make friends in no time.
(SCREAMING) Mister!
Get me out of here!
(CRYING) Here, just eat that! Leave us alone!
Grandma, you don't gotta do this, you know. You can come live with me.
Nonsense, dear. You're a grown man.
I wouldn't burden you like that, and that's final.
You tell me, how's that nice girlfriend of yours?
She got hit by a car. She's dead.
Look, I'm telling you,
I am gonna get that $270,000 and we're gonna get your house back.
That is a promise.
Oh, sure.
In the meantime, just stay here and have some fun.
I will, dear. Don't worry.
Pardon me, but it's naptime.
All right, a nap, that sounds nice.
You go. I love you.
I love you too, darling.
Okay, bye. Goodbye.
Hey, buddy.
I want you to do me a favor. You see that lady?
She's very important to me, okay? Okay.
So I want you to take extra-special care of her.
You know what I'm talking about here?
I can't accept that, but I'll tell you what I can do.
I can take extra-special care of that young lady over there for nothing.
Okay, I appreciate that.
Have a nice afternoon.
Sir, could I trouble you for a glass of warm milk?
It helps put me to sleep.
You could trouble me for a warm glass of shut-the-hell-up!
Now, you will go to sleep, or I will put you to sleep.
Check out the name tag. You're in my world now, Grandma.
Oh, dear.
Hey, bet you I can hit a ball past that tree.
$20 says you can't.
Hey, morons, I told you I wanna watch the hockey game.
Now, cut the golf sissy crap and finish up in there.
Relax.
Think of it as a way to enjoy your grandma's possessions for another half hour.
Oh, my God, you got ahold of that one!
I'd like to see you try it. Yeah, it's not as easy as it looks.
Sorry, ladies, I'm not the golfing type.
I'll tell you what. You hit a ball past my ball
and we'll go straight back to work so you can watch your precious hockey game.
Give me the stupid club.
(SNICKERING)
Look at this stupid thing.
This is gonna be hilarious. I mean, look how he's standing.
You like that?
(MEN LAUGHING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Holy shit!
Go back to work.
That house is like 400 yards away.
Is that good? That's unbelievable.
Beginner's luck.
$20 says you can't do it again.
Bring it on.
(EXCLAIMING)
(BALL WHIZZING) You boys are gonna pay for that!
(GROANING)
You hit that guy! He shouldn't have been standing there.
One more time. Double or nothing.
You better pay up.
(GROANING)
All right, maybe we should get back inside.
Hey, you made a bet. Pay the man.
MAN: All right!
Thanks, man. Tell your friends.
HAPPY: Step right up, folks! He's good.
See if you can outdrive
the amazing golf ball whacker guy!
That's great.
Very good.
Bend those knees.
Remember now, it's all in the hips. You're doing great.
It's all in the hips.
HAPPY: All right, $50 I can hit it over the highway! Any takers?
That's real good.
HAPPY: So long, sucker.
(EXCLAIMING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MAN: You're like a freak.
How often do you play? Never. This is my first time.
Hey, you should play in the Waterbury Open tomorrow.
Yeah. Yeah, all right, I'll see you guys there.
He's gonna play.
And, by God, he's gonna win.
Hey, mister, you gotta wear a helmet. Don't worry about it.
(EXHALING LOUDLY)
Yeah, yeah, bring that shit on, man.
Oh, God, I love it.
Awesome.
Oh, God, that hurt a little, but I'm all right.
Oh, my God, son, what the hell are you doing?
Three hundred and sixty-four more days till next year's hockey tryouts.
I gotta toughen up. Yeah!
Oh, God, that felt good. Yeah!
Come on, boy. Cut that out. You're making me sick.
Hey!
So you're a hockey player, huh? Yeah.
You're gonna give that shit up. You're gonna concentrate on golf.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the club pro here, Chubbs Peterson.
I'm offering to teach you how to play golf, personally, for free.
No.
You have no idea who I am, do you? No, l don't.
Back in 1965,
Sports Illustrated said I was going to be the next Arnold Palmer.
Yeah? And what happened?
They wouldn't let me play on the Pro Tour anymore.
I'm sorry. Because you're black?
Hell, no. Damned alligator bit my hand off.
Oh, my God! Yeah.
Tournament down in Florida.
I hooked my ball in the rough down by the lake,
damned alligator just popped up! Cut me down in my prime.
He got me
but I tore one of that bastards eyes out though. Look at that.
(LAUGHING)
You're pretty sick, Chubbs.
I have never seen anyone who can hit that ball half as far as you can.
You got real talent, kid.
Well, that's nice of you to say
but I've been training to be a hockey player my whole life.
Golf's no different from hockey. Requires talent and self-discipline.
Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass.
You should talk to my neighbor, the accountant.
Probably a great golfer. Huge ass.
Hey, I bet your neighbor, the accountant, can't drive the ball 400 yards.
Bet your neighbor, the accountant, doesn't have a shot to get on the Pro Tour.
How would I do that?
You win the Open tomorrow, you're automatically on the Pro Tour.
Then, who knows? Maybe you'll win the Tour Championship one day.
Get that gold jacket like I never got.
Gold jacket, green jacket, who gives a shit?
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
Don't worry about that. Made of wood. It's real sturdy.
Oh, boy. Sorry about that.
Look, it was good to meet you, but...
So... All right, I'm out of here.
You know, this is not real smart, kid.
I thought you were pro material, primed to make the big bucks.
Hey, Chubbs, what kind of big bucks?
Stupid golf clubs. Why the hell am I doing this?
Must be Burt Reynolds or something.
Good morning.
Son, isn't this great?
Blue skies, fresh-cut grass, birds chirping.
You gonna recite me a poem? Easy.
Jeez,you love this golf stuff, huh? Oh, yeah.
Figure a guy your size, well, why didn't you play a normal sport, like football?
My mama wouldn't sign the permission slip.
Thought it might be a little too dangerous.
Yeah, good call.
Hey, who's that?
CHUBBS: The shorter guy on the right? Doug Thompson.
He's the president of the Tour.
The other guy, Shooter McGavin, leading money-winner this year.
Hey, who's the girl?
Hi, I'm Virginia Venit, Director of Public Relations for the Tour.
Of course. I've heard you've done some
really interesting things here in Public Relations.
Really? Because I'm working on a cross-promotional thing right now...
Jeez, you know what would be great? If I could get a Pepsi.
Sure.
Oh, miss? Yeah.
Diet.
Right.
By the way, thanks for dressing up.
Hey, if I saw myself in clothes like those, I'd have to kick my own ass.
Good morning, everyone, and welcome to the Waterbury Open.
Now, before we tee off, I have a very special treat for you.
Ladies and gentlemen, Shooter McGavin.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
Thank you.
Thank you, Doug. You know, I saw Doug play yesterday, and I gotta tell you,
this guy spends more time in the sand than David Hasselhoff.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Let me get a little serious on you.
Now, you're all aware that today's big winner will be invited to join the Pro Tour
and I just want you to know
that, although only one of you gets to be my colleague,
all of you are now my friends.
Thank you. Now go get them!
Next up: Lafferty, Daniel...
and Gilmore, Happy.
Hey, where are you going with those clubs, punk?
Mr. Gilmore, I'm your caddy.
Oh, I'm sorry about that. No, no, no, let me carry these, all right?
They're my grandfather's. They're pretty old.
Well, what should I do then?
I don't know. Why don't you just watch me
and make sure I don't do anything stupid, okay?
Mr. Gilmore, Mr. Lafferty will be teeing off now.
All right. Good luck, buddy.
Get out of the way.
Where were you on that one, dipshit?
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Probably the only good one I'll hit all day, huh?
Yeah. Mr. Gilmore, you're up.
All right.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
God damn it!
Time!
Relax. Just do what we talked about, huh? Don't even look at the green.
Make contact with the ball. There's no goalie out there to block it.
Remember, it's all in the hip. Hey, hey, it's all in...
Come on, work with me now.
It's all in the hips.
Yeah, it's all in the hips.
It's all in the hips. Get off of me!
Hey, just easing the tension, baby.
Just easing the tension. Well, ease it on someone else.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
What the hell?
Come on. Good. Now we just worry about putting, huh?
Oh, yeah. Putting.
All right, now, remember what I said, huh?
Just use your shoulders to push the ball, not your arms.
Don't break the wrist, and bring that putter back just like...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're confusing me. Just let me put the ball in the hole.
All right.
WOMAN: Oh, my.
Is this guy kidding?
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
This is pathetic.
Yeah! There you go. Good shot.
It's about time. Hey, it is about time.
I mean, I just couldn't get the ball in the hole.
I wanted to, but I just couldn't do it.
Hey, what are you doing?
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
He shoots, he scores!
Oh, man, that was so much easier than putting.
I should just try to get the ball in one shot every time.
Good plan.
Did you see that? Yes. Nice shot.
He just got a hole in one on a par four.
I know, I just said I saw it.
I hope he wins. He's a publicist's dream.
I mean, a guy who can drive the ball that far, he could really draw a crowd.
You know what else could draw a crowd? A golfer with an arm growing out of his ass.
(WHOOPING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
CHUBBS: All right, now...
you make this one in four or less shots, you win the tournament.
Four shots.
Just think of it this way.
Other team has pulled their goalie, it's wide open.
All you gotta do is tap it in.
I can do that.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Don't worry about it. You're still in good shape.
All you gotta do is just tap it in. Just tap it in, now.
Hey, just tap it in.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Just tap it in. Just tap it in.
Give it a little tappy. Tap, tap, tap-a-roo.
Grandma, Grandma, Grandma, Grandma.
All right! Yeah!
He's gonna be on the Tour. That's super.
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMING)
That's cute.
Mr. Gilmore, Virginia Venit.
Hi, I'm PR Director for the Tour. Nice to meet you.
I just wanted to say welcome and congratulations.
I saw that hole in one on a par four. That's gotta be some kind of record, huh?
Hey, I got a hockey record.
I took my skate off and tried to stab somebody.
I'm the only guy who ever did that.
That's wonderful.
I'm a little bit bummed, though, you know.
I thought we were gonna get some money for this.
Oh, well, cheer up. Next week in Portland, the winner takes home $216,000.
How about the guy who comes in last place?
$2,400.
All right! So no matter what, I'm gonna get some money.
Yeah.
Yeah. Well, I'll see you next week then.
All right, bye. Bye-bye.
Hey, man, I hate to admit this, but this is my first trophy.
Only problem is that goofy golf guy on top.
Maybe the guy at the trophy store could put a little hockey guy on there.
Happy, shut your trap. All right.
I gotta admit, you were great out there today.
Thank you. But you weren't that great.
A lot of that was luck.
Well, some might call it luck. I like to call it,
well, luck, I guess. So what?
So I want you to put off joining the Pro Tour for a while.
We got a lot of work to do before you go out there
and compete with those real professionals.
Forget it, Chubbs, I learned a lot today.
I'll pick up the rest as I go along.
Stop being a damn fool!
People would kill to be able to hit the long ball like you.
You got an advantage over any man that walks out onto the tee.
All we need to do is develop the rest of your game.
Then, you'd be unstoppable, son.
You're probably right, but I just can’t wait. I need money.
That's spoken like a true asshole. Look, just give me six months.
I'll work with you every day.
No, no, no, no, no, no, I got to go. I appreciate everything. Wish me luck.
Best of luck, kid. Best of luck.
Marty, if you'd stop yapping your trap for a second, I could tell you.
The price is $200 per quilt.
Yeah, well, this is handmade quality shit we're talking here.
Yes, well, when do you need them by? All right.
Good doing business with you.
Okay, listen up everybody. Turn up your volumes. Announcement.
I got good news. We're extending arts and crafts time by 4 hours today.
My fingers hurt.
What's that?
My fingers hurt.
Now your back’s gonna hurt, 'cause you just pulled landscaping duty.
Anybody else's fingers hurt?
I didn't think so.
Why do you do that to me, huh?
Why do you make me act like that in front of everybody, huh?
Mr. Gilmore! Hey, toidy's straight down to the right, dear.
How's my grandma? She's super.
We're just enjoying some arts and crafts time right now.
Grandma's quite a quilter.
Hey. Wow, that's a tremendous looking trophy.
Happy, I'm so glad to see you. I'm glad to see you, too, Grandma.
I've been thinking about you all the time.
Looks like everybody's having fun here, huh?
Yeah.
Grandma, good news. I made the Professional Golfers' Tour.
That's lovely, dear. Yeah, it is lovely.
You know what else is lovely?
If I can figure out a way to beat those other guys,
we're gonna get the house back.
Oh, thank God!
I can't stand to live in this place another minute.
What are you talking about? I thought you like it here.
That orderly guy seems very nice. Don't you like him?
Oh, I do. I do. It's just...
Well, the air conditioner's broken. I'm getting a little warm.
Well, just let the kid fix it for you.
All right, got the little twisty knobs.
That ain't doing it. All right.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Mister! Mister!
Get this off of me! Mister!
Hang on, I'll be right down!
You know that "mister, mister" lady? I think I just killed her.
What'd you expect? Norman spends more time in the sand than David Hasselhoff.
Come on, that's funny. Yeah, it was funny the first time I heard it.
Drink up, would you? Hey, anybody tapped a keg yet? I'll pump.
Right. I'm Happy Gilmore. What's up? Hey, Happy, Mark Lye.
Welcome to the Tour. Thanks.
Yeah, I heard about that ace you had on that par four. Man, that's impressive.
You heard about that? Yeah.
That's cool. That's a nice jacket.
Yeah, it is, isn't it? They give you one if you win the Tour Championship.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Just only the biggest tournament of the year.
Oh, really? Yeah.
Where's yours?
That's good. It is a good one. He's a funny guy.
I'll have mine in, what, three months, guys? Yeah.
Not if I have anything to do with it, you won't.
Whoa, look out.
SHOOTER: You better look out boys.
Hey, if you're not doing anything later
why don't you join us at 9:00 on the 9th green?
What happens there? That's a secret of the pros.
All right, cool. Thanks, man.
All right, I'm out of here.
I hear that Asteroids machine calling my name from the game room.
So, peace.
Oh, and Happy? Dress nice, huh?
All right, all right.
Almost 9:00.
Hey, public relations lady, you see Shooter McGavin around?
No. Why?
I just need to beat the living piss out of him.
Wait. Let me guess, the old "9th green at 9:00" trick, huh?
It would appear so, now wouldn't it?
You're right. He does deserve a beating.
But if you beat him up tonight, I've got to get up in the morning
and explain to the papers why the new guy on the Tour beat up Shooter McGavin.
So you see you'd really be making more work for me.
I wouldn't want to do that.
Listen, don't worry about Shooter. He's just threatened by you.
He's worried you're gonna steal some of his thunder.
That's nice of you to say.
So, all right, I'm gonna go change now. Okay.
Hey, my girlfriend's dead, you know. She fell off a cliff and died on impact.
Really? I'm sorry to hear that. Yeah.
You know, you should get some sleep, Gilmore.
Tomorrow's a big day.
You're right. It is.
Hello, everybody. I'm Verne Lundquist along with Jack Beard.
Looks like we're going to have a nice crowd here on this sun-sational April morning
for the 22nd annual AT&T Invitational.
The field includes a group of elite golfers from around the world.
The favorite has to be Shooter McGavin. He's won three of the last four.
Thanks, man.
Hey, here's my last $1.
This is the last time I'm gonna tell you.
Come on, he's just trying to make some money. Leave him alone.
SHOOTER: I don't know what it is about this big winning streak I'm on.
I'm in the zone. What can I say? The hole just seems to get bigger.
REPORTER: How does it feel to be the favorite?
I certainly don't think I'm the favorite.
With all great players here today, it's really anyone's tournament.
I'm just trying to do the best I can out there.
I tell you, the real winner today's the city of Portland.
Every time I come here, it gets harder to leave.
I think you guys put something in the water.
Excuse me, I gotta go play a little golf.
REPORTER: Good luck. Thanks.
Hi, I'm a hockey player, but I'm playing golf today.
Name? Happy Gilmore.
Oh, the guy with the long drive.
What's your caddy's name? You guys haven't given me one yet.
On the Pro Tour, you provide your own caddy.
Really?
All right.
Hey, easy with those clubs, all right? They're antiques.
Gary Potter. Great to have you on the Tour, Happy.
I feel a lot of solid energy coming out of you.
Good positive aura. Great, great, it's all great.
Yeah, yeah. Nice to meet you, man.
Is it always like this, with the TV cameras, and the people, and stuff?
Yeah, a lot of pressure. You gotta rise above it.
You gotta harness in the good energy, block out the bad.
Harness energy, block bad.
Feel the flow, Happy. Feel it. It's circular.
It's like a carousel. You pay the quarter, you get on the horse.
It goes up and down and around.
Circular. Circle. With the music, the flow.
All good things.
Yeah, all right. Well, great. Thanks a lot. Nice to meet you, man.
Psycho.
Next to tee off, Happy Gilmore.
All right, give me a club.
I'll get it.
(BLEEPING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Sorry.
Psycho.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
What a shot by Happy Gilmore!
Who the hell is Happy Gilmore? I don't know.
Oh, yeah!
(WHOOPING)
You like that, baby?
Plenty more where that came from! Yeah!
Get Virginia Venit in here, immediately.
I think you should use a five iron.
You think so? Give me my wedge.
Five iron, huh? Well, you're fired. Bye-bye.
(EXCLAIMING)
What are you doing, Happy, riding a bull?
You're acting like a damn fool!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(HOWLING)
Doing the bull dance. Feeling the flow. Working it. Working it.
VERNE: On the 18th green
Shooter McGavin is putting for the win.
Maybe it's just me, but his crowd seems unusually small for this type of moment.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)
VERNE: I think most people have found their way
over to Happy Gilmore.
He's been the talk of the course today, with his huge drives
and his amazingly bizarre behavior.
He's on the 17th green right now, having a little trouble closing out his day.
Happy, the ball itself has its own energy
or life force, if you will.
Its natural environment is in the hole.
So why don't you send him home?
His bags are packed. He's got his airplane tickets.
Bring him to the airport.
Send him home.
Yeah. Send him home.
I'll just send him home.
It's time to go home there, ball.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
You son of a bitch, ball!
Why didn't you just go home? That's your home!
Are you too good for your home? Answer me!
Suck my white ass, ball!
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
WOMAN 1: Hey! WOMAN 2: Hey, look out!
(GROANING)
(SLEEPING) Virginia, put out a press release concerning
Happy Gilmore being thrown off the Tour.
I want to see a draft by 6:00 p.m.
You're right. He was out of line.
His behavior is completely unacceptable.
But, you know, golf has been waiting for a player like this.
A colorful, emotional, working-class hero.
I will not tolerate behavior like this. Gilmore is gone.
I just got a call from the Dallas Open.
Their phones have been ringing off the hook with people who want to see Happy.
They just sold out. Already?
I know, he's a little rough around the edges, but let me work with him.
(HAPPY SHOUTING)
(BLEEPING)
Okay.
Fine. But he's your responsibility.
If he cleans up his act, he can stay.
If he doesn't, it's your ass.
And any more of this
(GRUNTING)
and he's gone.
(BLEEPING)
Shooter! Shooter!
What do you think of Happy Gilmore?
I didn't get a chance to see him play. I was too busy winning.
You gotta admit, though, it's a hell of a drive. 450 yards, huh?
Yeah, how did he finish, again? Dead last?
Yeah, yeah. He had a good day though. Thanks.
Is it true that he made a 450-yard hole in one?
Hey, where's my check? We'll be mailing them out next week, sir.
No, no, I want mine now. I don't have any checks to give.
Well, that guy got one, right? Give me one of them big ones, I don't care.
Hiya, pal. How about a beer? Hey, put that on my tab.
That was quite a show you put on today, Gilmore.
You were the talk of the tournament. Wow, thanks a lot.
Yeah. You really crushed that ball off the tee, I'll tell you what.
You know, you'd be something in one of those long-drive contests.
You can probably get a very good living, traveling around, hustling at driving ranges.
Thanks, Phil. That's, that's, that's...
You know, I know what you're doing right now, and I don't like it.
So why don't you just shut your trap before I put my foot in it.
Don't turn your back on me.
Let's get one thing straight, this is Shooter's tour.
I've worked hard my whole life, paid my dues, and now, it's Shooter's turn.
And Shooter's not about to let his reign at the top be spoiled by some freak
sideshow clown.
Did you just call me a freak?
I was on this tour for one reason, money.
But now I got a new reason, kicking your ass.
Well, I'd like to see you try.
Let's do it.
I meant on a golf course.
Hey. Hey, what is going on here, huh?
I was just looking for the other half of this bottle.
And... Oh, there's some of it. There's some, right there, too.
Why don't you just put it down? Yeah, I know.
Just stay out of my way, or you'll pay. Listen to what I say.
How about I just go eat some hay?
I could make things out of clay and lay by the bay.
I just may. What do you say?
VIRGINIA: You better calm down or you're gonna get kicked off this Tour.
HAPPY: That can't happen.
Yes, it can happen, and I don't want it to happen.
You could be a big star on the Tour.
I don't wanna be a big star, I wanna make some money.
You're not going to be around long enough to make money
unless you start behaving.
All right, take it easy. What do you mean by "behaving"?
I mean, no swearing, no throwing clubs
and especially no hitting other players.
Oh, good, you mean no fun. No, no, no.
No, you can have fun.
And that's why I think people are gonna come to see you.
But you've got to keep it within reason.
All right, I will work on what you call "behaving."
But I ain't gonna act like a stiff out there.
Fine. Thank you.
What are doing now? You wanna get some food?
No thanks. I don't date golfers.
Good, 'cause I'm a hockey player.
Just behave, okay?
VERNE: Happy Gilmore makes his way to the tee
in the 72nd annual Cleveland Classic.
Hey, Happy Gilmore! Drive it 400 yards!
Oh, my God. I mean, I can't believe I have fans.
I've been waiting my whole life for this.
Uh-oh.
Don't be alarmed, Mr. Gilmore.
I know we had our problems, but I'm truly proud of you.
Hey, thanks a lot, Mr. Larson.
It's good to see you again.
How's that thing feeling?
Terrific. The nail comes out next week.
Well, you can hardly even notice it.
Let's make a little noise here, huh?
Come on! I can't hear you!
Trying to reach the green from here, Shooter?
That's not possible, sir.
I beg to differ.
Happy Gilmore accomplished that feat no more than an hour ago.
Well, moron, good for Happy Gilmore... Oh, my God!
SHOOTER: Oh, my God.
Come on.
LARSON: Hey, Shooter, haven't you forgotten your nine iron?
(LARSON LAUGHING)
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Quite a large and economically diverse crowd here at the Michelob Invitational.
I guess it's the new tour sensation, Happy Gilmore,
who's attracting all sorts of people to this beautiful course.
Jack, I think I even saw one guy wearing one of those
beer-dispensing plastic helmets.
Damn you people. Go back to your shanties.
This is a biggie, pal. Time's ticking away. I got to make some real money.
What do you think? Slightly downhill?
And slanting left.
No, no, it just seems that way 'cause you only got one shoe on.
Oh, yeah.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
You got the ball?
VERNE: Happy Gilmore from nine feet.
Here comes the putter throw.
Wait. He's restrained himself. Maybe this is a new Happy Gilmore.
WOMAN 1: Very good. WOMAN 2: Yeah.
Another tournament in Dallas, and another Shooter McGavin victory.
He's now won here three years in a row.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
That son of a bitch!
Give me my ball! Give it here! Cough it up, you dirty bastard!
I swear to God, I'll rip it out of you! Give me the...
Give me the ball, alligator.
(SCREAMING)
You've got one eye.
Chubbs.
You took his hand.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
(GRUNTING)
That Happy Gilmore, he's a real crack-up, isn't he?
Yeah. I mean, he's a hoot!
Well, he's bringing in some big crowds. Yeah.
You know, what was great today, one of his fans mooned me
and had "Happy" written on his ass.
"Ha" on the one cheek, and then, sure enough, "P-P-Y" right there on the other.
I think it's great what he's doing for the sport.
Well, yeah, I'm beginning to come around.
Yeah, everyone seems to be coming around.
Well, I'm not, Doug!
This man is destroying golf.
I saw two big, fat, naked bikers, in the woods off 17, having sex.
How am I supposed to chip with that going on, Doug?
You've got to kick him off the Tour. He's not breaking any rules.
And until he does... But he's a disgrace to the game!
You may be right, but our ratings are up
and we're attracting new, youthful sponsors.
I'm sorry, Shooter.
There's nothing I can do.
Well, I guess I'll have to take care of this myself.
Grandma, I came in ninth place. I won $35,000.
So we'll get the house back?
As long as I don't come in last place in the next two tournaments,
we'll get the money in time.
That's wonderful, Happy.
I love you, Grandma. Bye.
Goodbye, darling.
Hey, Virginia.
You know we should go on that date. I have been pretty good lately.
Oh, really? What is this I hear about you
breaking a rake and throwing it into the woods?
What? I didn't break it. I was just testing its durability.
And then I placed it in the woods because it's made of wood
and I just thought he should be with his family.
At least I didn't punch anybody.
All right. Okay, we'll go on a date. But just as friends, all right?
Yeah, just as friends. Slow down. I don't want to be more than friends.
I just met you.
HAPPY: They fit you okay?
Yeah, I haven't skated since I was a little kid so...
Hey, pal, can we get a little time here?
For Happy Gilmore, anything. Thanks.
You used to play ice hockey? Shut up.
Oh, my God, power failure.
It's getting very scary in here.
Did you set this up? No.
(ENDLESS LOVE PLAYING)
I thought we were gonna be just friends.
What? Friends listen to Endless Love in the dark.
This song reminds me of seventh grade.
This song reminds me of my grandmother.
That's kind of weird.
She took me to see this movie.
I, like, got the biggest crush on Brooke Shields.
Really? Yeah.
And my grandma told me I should write her a letter, you know, so I did.
And I got a letter back from Brooke like two weeks later
but it was in my grandmother's handwriting.
Your grandma sounds sweet.
She is sweet. That's why I feel so terrible.
Why?
No, no, forget it.
No, no, no. It's okay, you can tell me.
It's just she's stuck in a damn nursing home.
The IRS repossessed her house.
That's awful.
That's why I joined the Tour
and I'm pretty close to getting her house back but...
Look, don't tell anybody about this, I'm kind of embarrassed.
Don't worry. I won't tell anybody.
Hey, I'll make you a bet.
Do you always carry a puck around? Yeah.
All right, now, if you get that puck in that net over there,
I'll never bother you again.
But if you miss
you gotta give me a big, fat kiss.
And you got to pretend that you like it, too.
Really?
Good luck.
(PUCK CLANKING)
Holy shit.
Talk about your all-time backfires.
Happy.
I didn't see it go in.
VERNE: Welcome to soggy San Francisco,
the site of this year's Pepsi Pro-Am.
How you doing Happy? I'm Bob Barker.
Wow, what an honor. Nice to meet you.
Looks like you and I are gonna be playing together today.
That's funny. Who am I really playing with?
This is a Pro-Am, Happy.
Each golfer is playing with a celebrity. Wow.
You know, Nick Faldo and I won this thing last year
and I'd like to win it again this year.
All right, I'll do my best.
Hey, Gilmore?
You suck, you jackass.
Why don't you shut the hell up?
I'd love to punch that guy in the face right now
but I can't, you know, because I'd get in trouble.
I bet you got a lot of that on Let's Make A Deal.
It's The Price Is Right, Happy.
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
It happens. Let's play some golf. Okay.
Jackass.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
The club went further than the ball.
What the hell was that all about?
It's just that, you know, it's rainy, and that guy, and it just...
It just slipped.
You're gonna need a blanket and suntan lotion
'cause you're never gonna get off that beach!
Just the way you never got into the NHL, you jackass!
(DONALD LAUGHING)
The green's that way. You're...
You will not make this putt, you jackass.
Nice shooting, soldier.
(DONALD LAUGHING)
All right, Happy,
nice and easy.
(DONALD LAUGHING)
That was not nice and easy.
That guy's driving me crazy.
You know what's driving me crazy? You not getting the ball in the hole.
Don't push me, Bob. Now's not the time.
DONALD: Jackass.
(GROANING)
This guy sucks.
(DONALD LAUGHING)
We haven't seen Happy Gilmore play this badly since his first day on Tour.
He and Bob Barker are now dead last.
I can't believe you're a professional golfer.
I think you should be working at the snack bar.
You better relax, Bob.
There is no way that you could have been as bad at hockey as you are at golf.
All right, let's go.
(GROANING)
You like that, old man? You want a piece of me?
I don't want a piece of you. I want the whole thing!
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Now you're gonna get it, Bobby!
MAN: Happy!
The price is wrong, bitch.
I think you've had enough.
No?
Now you've had enough.
Bitch.
SHOOTER: Wow, that couldn't have gone any better.
Instead of hitting you, he hits Bob Barker. Yeah.
Perfect.
We're good, huh? So, I'll see you at the next tournament, right?
Oh, no, that won't be necessary. This was on national TV. Gilmore's gone.
Well, look, let's get something to eat. There's a Red Lobster nearby. My treat.
Maybe some other time.
Shooter, I thought we were gonna be friends.
Oh, we're friends, we are. I just got to go.
Okay, well, I'll be at the Red Lobster in case you change your mind, Shooter.
God bless!
There you are.
Hey, Happy Gilmore, come on down!
Thank you, Shooter. Sit down Mr. Gilmore.
So you had a fight with a game show host on national TV.
I don't consider that entertainment.
This is not hockey, Mr. Gilmore, no matter how much you want it to be.
I know that and I'm sorry, okay, but it wasn't my fault.
There was some guy out there giving me crap
and it took every ounce of my energy not to hit him.
So you decided to head-butt Bob Barker.
Who won that fight, anyway? DOUG: That's enough, Shooter.
The board is taking the following action.
You'll be fined $25,000 and suspended for one month.
Suspended! I got to play! Suspended!
Doug, kick him off the Tour.
Well, the board thinks that that might be extreme
considering the fact that our ratings were the
highest that we've ever had.
Doug, look, my grandmother's house got repossessed.
If I can't make some prize money in the next tournament
they could sell it to somebody else.
Well, whoop-de-doo. Get out.
I don't wanna hear it. It's over.
My grandmother's never gonna see her house again.
Yeah, but you've made a lot of money. You could get her a really nice condo.
My grandfather didn't build any condos with his bare hands.
God damn it, I hate that Bob Barker.
Okay, there has got be another way to get the $50,000.
I don't even want to talk about it anymore, all right?
I failed, okay?
Let me just sit here and enjoy the one thing that makes me a little bit happy,
this fresh, delicious, tasty,
meaty, turkey-filled...
Cold Cut Combo. I eat three every day to help keep me strong.
Hey, Happy, can I have one of those?
Coming right up!
Talk about a hole in one.
PRESENTER: Subway sandwiches will drive away your hunger.
What do you think, Grandma Gilmore? I love it.
And he looks so handsome. And it makes me hungry.
Oh, really? Well, they gave me this card. It gives us free Subway for life.
That's lovely, dear.
Lovely. You know what else is lovely?
That commercial put us up to $275,000.
Let's go get your house back. Oh, Happy.
What the hell?
Hey!
What's going on here? I'm glad you made it. This is very exciting.
We're gonna auction off your grandmother's house.
Hey, hold it. You said if we got the money by today, we could buy the house back.
Right, you can buy the house back.
Bidding will start at $100,000. 100, do I hear the 100?
This is the exciting part. Have fun.
Look at all these people. What's going on, Happy?
175, thank you, and a two. Two now.
Oh, my God. They're auctioning off the house.
No, no, no, this could be good.
We'll get the house back cheaper than we thought.
250 and 225, thank you. 50, I have.
Maybe not. 275!
And 275, new bidder in the middle. And a three. Three, now.
MAN: 350! 350 down front, and a 375.
I have 350 down front, and a 75. 75, anywhere?
At $350,000 down front, sold to the gentleman with the white sweater.
What just happened, Happy?
Go wait in the car, Grandma.
Hey! What the hell is the matter with you?
Well, real estate speculation is a hobby of mine.
You lay another finger on me,
I burn the house down and piss on the ashes.
What do you want for it, Shooter?
You know what I want. You off the Tour.
Quit, and the house is yours.
Fine. I quit. VIRGINIA: Oh, no, he doesn't.
Happy, I need to talk to you. What? He's a jerk, but he's right.
I don't belong in this sport. I'm a hockey player.
Oh, really? What team do you play for? Easy.
Face it, Happy. You are a golfer.
Look, I did this so I could get Grandma's house back.
Now I can. No regrets.
What do you think Grandma wants more:
to get her house back or to see her grandson succeed?
Yeah, maybe there's a way she can have both.
Hey, Shooter. Yeah.
Tour Championship's next week, right? That's right.
If I beat you, I get the house back. You beat me, I'll quit.
You're gonna beat me? At golf?
(LAUGHING)
Oh, you're on.
You're in big trouble though, pal. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.
You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?
No.
That was great. I know you are gonna kick his ass.
Yeah, that makes one of us.
All right, look, take care of Grandma. I can walk from here.
Where are you going? I got to learn how to play golf.
I'm stupid, you're smart.
I was wrong, you were right.
You're the best, I'm the worst.
You're very good-looking, I'm not attractive.
All right, as long as you're willing to admit that.
Now, are you ready to get down to business and do exactly what I tell you to do?
Believe me, I'm ready.
Then let's get to work. All right.
I'm sorry. Here.
Here's your pinky.
Hey, Happy Land, just like me.
Don't get excited, kid. I've been here before.
This is embarrassing. I'm a professional golfer, for God's sake.
No, it's your short game that's embarrassing. Come on, let's go.
(ELEPHANT TRUMPETING)
(CLATTERING)
Okay.
This time, just line up your putt. Don't even look at the hole.
Aim for a spot six inches in front of the ball.
Line up a spot six inches in front of the ball.
Okay. Six inches. Yes!
CHUBBS: All right, this one's very tough.
(LAUGHING)
(IMITATING CLOWN)
He's laughing, he's having a good time.
Good for you. Yeah, laugh it up. Enjoy your night.
Come on, Happy, concentrate.
(LAUGHING)
I hate that clown. Easy.
If you can’t beat the clown, how you gonna beat Shooter McGavin?
Yeah!
(LAUGHING)
You're gonna die, clown!
You think that's funny? I don't hear you laughing now!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Enough, enough.
What? I can't do it!
Come with me, Happy.
Come on!
Fuck, you stupid clown! Come on.
Remember, now, this isn't hockey.
You don't play with raw emotion.
You can't putt angry.
You have to clear your mind of everything else, and stay focused.
(ALARM BLARING)
Now how the hell am I gonna do that?
Think of a place that's really perfect.
Your own happy place.
Go there, and all your anger will just disappear.
Then, putt.
Happy place.
Your happy place.
Now how do you feel? Better.
Now putt.
Yeah! Yeah!
Your happy place.
You really took some giant steps out there tonight.
I'm really proud of you. Thanks.
So here.
I got something really special for you here.
Wow, thanks, Chubbs. You see that?
That is the same putter I used when I played. Slightly modified, of course.
Man, this is excellent.
You got the spirit of a hockey player in you, Happy, so I figured, why fight it, huh?
I got something for you, too, pal. What?
Yeah. I mean, I figured if it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened, right?
So I wanted to show my appreciation.
This looks nice. What is it, huh?
Open it up. Shit.
Oh, man.
Remember the gator that got your hand? I got his head.
Chubbs!
First my dad and now Chubbs.
Anybody I get close to dies. If I were you, I'd run.
No, no, you can't blame yourself for this.
I guess that alligator finally finished the job, huh?
I'm gonna miss you, pal.
I don't know how the hell I'm gonna play today?
Look, just remember everything that he taught you.
Congratulations, murderer.
You killed a golf legend.
Beat it, McGavin. You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna dedicate my performance at the Tour Championship
to Chubbs' memory.
To hell with that, I'm playing for Chubbs.
I called it first.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. You want to beat him? Beat him on the course.
That's right, I'm gonna beat your ass on the course.
Yeah, right. And Grizzly Adams had a beard.
Grizzly Adams did have a beard.
VERNE: The golfers of the Tour Championship are ready to hit the links.
There may be 63 professionals vying for the title of world's best,
but in the minds of the spectators, there are really only two.
Tour kingpin Shooter McGavin
and bad boy Happy Gilmore, fresh off his recent suspension.
And wouldn't you know it? They've been paired together.
I've got some very interesting interior design ideas for Grandma's house.
You know that bedroom at the top of the stairs?
Yeah, that was my room.
I think I'm turning that into my trophy room.
It's perfect.
WOMAN: Nice.
It just may not be big enough.
All right.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
You know what the pathetic thing is? You've been playing golf your whole life.
Let me show you how we do it in the pros.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)
Jeez, that's gotta hurt.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
Happy learned how to putt.
Uh-oh.
SHOOTER: Here's a free lesson.
Can't learn that in a hockey rink.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(MIMICKING WOMAN) Somebody's closer.
VERNE: After one day, Shooter McGavin is in the lead.
But the big surprise is young Happy Gilmore,
nipping at his heels and trailing by only one stroke.
Shooter from the sand.
Playing like he really wants that jacket.
Happy Gilmore answers right back with a birdie.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
Happy with a long eagle opportunity.
It's good!
And Shooter can't believe it.
He is now tied with Happy Gilmore.
A little too much zip on that one.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
No!
I didn't see that. Did that go in?
'Cause I wasn't watching. Did it go in the... Did it go in the hole?
I wasn't watching and I know I saw it go up.
Did it come back in? All right.
At the end of the third day, Happy Gilmore has taken the lead.
And, Jack, one can't help but be impressed
with the vast improvement in his short game.
Hey, Donald. Shooter.
Shooter! Hey, it's great to hear from you!
You wanna go to the Sizzler and get some grub?
No thanks, pal. Not hungry.
Listen, this call's about business. I need you here in the morning.
Well, it's the final day of the Tour Championship
and it's shaping up to be quite a classic.
Happy Gilmore leads the pack.
Could there be a changing of the guard? We'll know in 18 short holes.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Happy is really on today.
MAN 1: Happy, New Jersey loves you!
MAN 2: Pittsburg loves you! MAN 3: My sister loves you!
There he is, that worm.
Happy, look out!
(GROANING)
Happy! Happy, you okay?
Volkswagen.
DONALD: Jackass!
(SHUDDERING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Oh, my God.
(EXCLAIMING)
(DONALD LAUGHING)
Jackass!
Well, you're a little banged up, but no serious injuries.
Just keep off the feet for a few days.
To hell with that, I got to finish up.
Fine. Do whatever you like. What would I know? I'm just a doctor.
Hey, are you gonna be all right? I'm fine.
Happy, there is no shame in throwing in the towel.
When it comes to your health, you can't be too cautious.
Let's just play some golf.
VERNE: I knew Happy Gilmore was tough,
but I can't believe he's going to keep playing after being hit by that car.
Let's hope it doesn't affect his game.
(GROANING)
My shoulder!
Oh, my, that's the first time he's failed to out-drive Shooter McGavin.
Well, well, well. Happy Gilmore is human after all.
Happy Gilmore is in big trouble, Jack. He's lost the power to hit the long ball.
If he's going to have any chance of winning today,
he's got to get it done on the green.
(VERNE EXCLAIMING)
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
He's really got to focus now.
He's got to save this one for par.
Oh, my. That bogey drops him out of the lead.
If he wants to stay in this thing, he has to calm down and sink some putts.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Don't worry about your grandma, Gilmore. She can live with me, be my maid.
VERNE: Look at the cabbage he's in now.
Things just keep getting worse for Happy Gilmore.
All right, just remember what Chubbs said,
"Go to a happy place.
"Go to a happy place."
(PLEASANT MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, God!
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
VERNE: This looks like the end for Happy Gilmore.
Shooter now has a commanding lead.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Happy. Happy, look who's here.
Grandma.
Happy, you look upset. What's wrong?
I don't know what to say. I stink. I'm not gonna win.
That's all right, sweetheart.
The house isn't important. It's just a house.
Stop fraternizing with the help, Gilmore.
Just hit your ball, if you can find it.
Hi, Grandma.
Forget him. I just want you to be happy, darling.
All right, Grandma.
Grandma wants me to be happy.
Chin up, Happy. Don't feel bad about me.
I got my hand back, see.
(SINGING) We've only just begun
to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
It ain't over yet, McGavin.
The way I see it, we've only just begun.
Happy, the gold jacket's yours. Shooter's gonna choke.
Unbelievable!
Damn you people! This is golf, not a rock concert!
(PEOPLE BOOING)
I'm gonna putt!
Yeah!
(WHOOPING)
Happy rules!
Happy Gilmore has really charged in the back nine.
He's now dead even with Shooter McGavin.
And if Shooter doesn't get himself out of this current funk he's in,
he may yet again miss out on the gold jacket.
Ladies and gentlemen, the 18th hole is a par three, 160 yards.
In the event of a tie, there will be a sudden death playoff.
Mr. Gilmore, you have the honors.
Well, no matter what, I got to admit I'm having fun.
Happy Gilmore, you're starting to sound like a golfer.
I know. Keep it down.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
VERNE: Oh, nice shot! Right at the pin.
Fifteen feet short of the hole.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Shooter's ball is in the woods and Happy's on the 18th green
where earlier a car driven by a crazed fan rammed the TV tower.
Yeah.
Excuse me, I just gotta get through. I'm looking for my ball.
This is golf, okay? Excuse me. Thank you. Thank you.
Is this your ball?
Yes, it is.
It struck my foot.
Doug! Doug.
Can I get a drop?
The rule says, "Play it as it lies."
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
That's two thus far, Shooter.
Oh, you can count. Good for you.
And you can count on me waiting for you in the parking lot.
(PEOPLE BOOING)
MAN: Run, Shooter, run for your life.
Looks like you're still away.
Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you.
I can't see.
Up here is good.
VERNE: Shooter needs this to keep the pressure on Gilmore.
If he misses, Happy can two-putt his way to victory.
Get in that hole.
Choke on that, baby!
(WHOOPING)
Yes!
Shooter.
VERNE: If Gilmore can sink this, it will cap an amazing comeback.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
HAPPY: Great. Now I have a stinking tower blocking my ball.
Don't worry about it, we'll get this cleaned up
and you'll finish tomorrow. Right, Doug?
No, no, he has to hit it now. He has to play the ball as it lies.
No, I had to hit it off Frankenstein's fat foot, remember?
Those are the rules. I didn't write them.
I'm afraid he's right. Take your shot, Mr. Gilmore.
Oh, and Virginia, in case you were wondering, my jacket size is 44 long.
And my right arm is just a little longer than my left.
Happy, hit it around the tower,
sink your putt, and we'll go to sudden death.
I'll just beat him now.
(SNICKERING)
Good luck.
Chubbs, I know you're gonna help me with this one.
(METALLIC CLANKING)
Oh, my God!
VERNE: Incredible! Happy Gilmore wins the gold jacket.
No! No!
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
I love you. I love you.
And I love you.
Doug! Doug! It's impossible!
That's my jacket! It's mine!
Hey! He stole my jacket!
I believe that's Mr. Gilmore's.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(GROWLING)
LARSON: I will get you, Shooter!
(SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE THUMPING)
(SHOOTER GRUNTING)
LARSON: Stay still!
SHOOTER: No!
You coming? You bet.
All right.
Here's to Chubbs, wherever he is.
Hey, Happy.
Nice jacket.
Who are you waving at, Happy?
Nobody, Grandma. Let's go home.