Happy Gilmore (1996)
Adam Sandler: Happy Gilmore
Happy Gilmore : [to his golf ball] You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!
Gary Potter : Oh yeah. Lotta 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. It's circular. Circle, with the music, the flow. All good things.
Happy Gilmore : Yeah, alright. Good to meet you.
Happy Gilmore : [to himself] Psycho.
Virginia : [while walking on the golf course] What's this I hear about you breaking a rake and throwing it in the woods?
Happy Gilmore : 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.
Happy Gilmore : [voice over narration] During high school, I played junior hockey and still hold two league records: most time spent in the penalty box; and I was the only guy to ever take off his skate and try to stab somebody.
Happy Gilmore : [to the clown hole at the mini-golf course after it spits out his ball] You're gonna die, clown!
[breaks its nose off with his golf club]
Happy Gilmore : [intentionally antagonizing Shooter] Somebody's closer!
Happy Gilmore : [to Shooter] Happy learned how to putt! Uh-oh!
Happy Gilmore : [Having a bad day of golfing due to a member of the crowd] That guy's driving me *crazy*!
Bob Barker : You know what's driving *me* crazy? You, not getting the ball in the hole.
Happy Gilmore : Don't push me, Bob! Now's not the time.
[Happy hits the ball, which hits a man standing on a boat, who then falls into the water]
Bob Barker : This guy sucks!
Announcer : We haven't seen Happy Gilmore play *this* badly since his first day on tour. He and Bob Barker are now dead-last.
Bob Barker : I can't *believe* you're a professional golfer! I think you should be working at the snack bar.
Happy Gilmore : [Angrily, with teeth clenched] You better relax, Bob.
Bob Barker : There is *no* way that you could have been as bad at hockey as you are at golf!
Happy Gilmore : Alright, let's go!
[Happy throws down his club and punches Bob in the face, who falls to the ground]
Happy Gilmore : You like that, old man? You want a piece of me?
Bob Barker : [Shaking his head as he gets up] I don't want a *piece* of you, I want the *whole thing*!
[Punches Happy in the gut, then proceeds to punch him in the face ten times, sending Happy falling into a pond]
Happy Gilmore : [Happy gets out] Now you're gonna get it, Bobby!
[Happy grabs his club and swings at Bob, who blocks, punches Happy in the face, then throws him to the ground. Happy tackles Bob, resulting in both of them rolling down a hill. At the bottom, Happy headbutts Bob]
Happy Gilmore : The price is *wrong*, bitch!
Bob Barker : [Bob grabs Happy's throat, opens his eyes with a menacing look, stands up, punches Happy in the gut twice, and once in the face before Happy falls down again] I think you've had enough.
[Starts to walk away, but notices Happy start to stand up again]
Bob Barker : No?
[Kicks Happy in the face]
Bob Barker : [while walking away] *Now* you've had enough... bitch.
[Happy sinks an amazing putt]
Happy Gilmore : [intentionally antagonizing Shooter] Did that go in? I wasn't watching, did it go in? I didn't see it, could you tell me if it went in?
Happy Gilmore : [apologizing to Chubbs, attempting to persuade him to be his coach for his match against Shooter] 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.
[to Bob Barker after Donald insults Happy]
Happy Gilmore : 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 get a lot of that on "Let's Make A Deal."
Bob Barker : It's "The Price Is Right," Happy.
Happy Gilmore : [grimaces in embarrassment] Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Bob Barker : It happens. Let's play some golf.
Happy Gilmore : Okay.
Happy Gilmore : [to Virginia while on the golf course after being tricked by Shooter] Hey, my girlfriend is dead, you know. She fell off a cliff and died on impact.
Mover : 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.
Happy Gilmore : Give me the stupid club.
[approaches the ball on the tee]
Happy Gilmore : [judging the club] Look at this stupid thing.
Mover : This is going to be hilarious. I mean, look how he's standing.
Happy Gilmore : [sarcastically] Yeah you like that?
[Happy hits the ball, hits the window to the house at the end of the street]
Mover : Holy shit.
Happy Gilmore : Go back to work.
Mover : That house is like four hundred yards away.
Happy Gilmore : Is that good?
Mover : That's unbelieveable.
Mover : Beginner's luck. Twenty bucks says you can't do it again.
Happy Gilmore : Bring it on.
[Happy hits the ball in the same direction]
Distant neighbor : You boys are going to pay for that! *clunk* AHH!
Mover : You hit that guy.
Happy Gilmore : He shouldn't have been standing there.
Mover : One more time, double or nothing.
Happy Gilmore : You better pay up.
[Happy hits the ball, ball hits a woman on the roof of the same house, falls off]
Happy Gilmore : Oops. All right, maybe we should get back inside.
Chubbs : [standing outside the batting cage] Back in 1965, Sports Illustrated said I was going to be the next Arnold Palmer.
Happy Gilmore : Yeah? What happened?
Chubbs : They wouldn't let me play on the Pro Tour anymore.
Happy Gilmore : Ah, I'm sorry. Because you're black?
Chubbs : Hell no! Damned alligator BIT my hand off!
[Shows Happy his wooden hand]
Happy Gilmore : OH MY GOD!
Chubbs : Yeah. tournament down in Florida. I hooked my ball in the rough down by the lake. Damned alligator just POPPED up, cut me down on my prime. He got me, but I tore one of that bastard's eyes out though. Look at that.
[Shows Happy a small glass jar with an eyeball in it]
Happy Gilmore : You're pretty sick, Chubbs.
Happy Gilmore : That's my puck, baby, don't you ever touch my puck.
[in slow motion, Happy hits a ball a great distance. Soon after, the ball bounces on a green and rolls into the hole, making a hole in one. The crowd goes wild]
Happy Gilmore : [shouts] He shoots, he scores!
[Happy turns to Chubbs]
Happy Gilmore : Oh, man. That was so much easier than putting. I should just try to get the ball in one shot every time.
Chubbs : Good plan.
[Chubbs chuckles as he pats Happy with his wooden hand. The two of them walk away]
Virginia : [to Shooter] Did you see that?
Shooter McGavin : Yes. Nice shot.
Virginia : He just got a Hole-in-One on a *par four*!
Shooter McGavin : I know. I just said I saw it.
Virginia : [laughs] Oh, I hope he *wins*. He's a publicist's *dream*. I mean, a guy who could drive the ball *that* far - oh, he could *really* draw a crowd.
[Virginia walks away smiling]
Shooter McGavin : [under his breath] You know what *else* could draw a crowd? A golfer with an arm growing out of his ass.
[Shooter follows Virginia scowling]
Happy Gilmore : Where are you going with those clubs, punk?
[pushes young caddy to the ground]
Happy's Waterbury Caddy : Mr. Gilmore, I'm your caddy!
Happy Gilmore : Oh, I'm sorry about that. Let me carry these, alright, they were my grandfather's, they're pretty old.
Happy's Waterbury Caddy : Well, what should I do then?
Happy Gilmore : I don't know. Why don't you just watch me, and make sure I don't do anything stupid. Okay?
Starter #1 : Mr. Gilmore, Mr. Lafferty will be teeing off now.
Happy Gilmore : Alright, good luck, buddy.
Happy's Waterbury Caddy : Get out the way.
Happy Gilmore : [to caddy] Where were you on that one, dipshit?
Happy Gilmore : [in a bar] I got into this tournament for one reason: money. And now I have a new reason: kicking your ass!
Shooter McGavin : Well, I'd like to see you try.
Happy Gilmore : [Picks up beer bottle and smashes it in half] Let's do it, then!
Shooter McGavin : I meant on a golf course!
Virginia : Hey! What's going on here, huh?
Happy Gilmore : Oh, uh, I was just looking for the other half of this bottle and there's some of it and there's some of it right there, too.
Virginia : Why don't you just put it down?
Happy Gilmore : Yeah, I know.
Happy Gilmore : [speaking to shooter after making his first drive of the championship] Do you know what the pathetic thing is? You have been doing this your whole life.
Chubbs : [hugging him from behind] It's all in the hips. It's all in the hips. It's all in the hips. It's all in the hips.
Happy Gilmore : [embarrassed, pushes him away] Get off of me!
Chubbs : Just easin' the tension, baby. Just easin' the tension!
Happy Gilmore : Yeah, well ease it on someone else.
[an alligator eats Happy's ball]
Happy Gilmore : That Son of a Bitch. Give me my ball, come on, pop it up, you dirty bastard. I swear I'm gonna... give the ball, alligator. Hey, you've got one eye, Chubbs. You took his hand.
Happy Gilmore : [after missing a slap shot by far] Dammit! Is that goal regulation size or what? Sheesh!
Happy Gilmore : [to himself while getting pelted with baseballs inside the batting cage] Oh, God, that hurt a little, but I'm alright.
Crazy Old Lady : [after the air conditioner falls out the window and on an old lady] Mista, mista! Get this off of me!
Crazy Old Lady : Mista!
Happy Gilmore : Hang on, I'll be right down there!
Happy Gilmore : [turns to Grandma] Hey, you know that 'Mista Mista Lady'... I think I just killed her!
Happy Gilmore : [to Shooter] It ain't over, McGavin. The way I see it... we've only just begun.
Happy Gilmore : [after having been suspended for fighting with Bob Barker] Let me just enjoy the one thing that makes me a little bit happy. This fresh, cold, delicious, turkey-filled...
[scene cuts to a golf tee where Happy is holding a sandwich in a commercial for Subway]
Happy Gilmore : ...Cold-cut combo from Subway! I eat three every day to keep me strong.
Fan : Hey Happy, hit one over here.
Happy Gilmore : Comin' right up!
[Happy hits the sandwich off a tee and straight into the fan's open mouth]
Happy Gilmore : That's what I call a hole-in-one.
Chubbs : [in the parking lot of the golf course] Golf's no different from Hockey. It requires talent and self discipline.
Happy Gilmore : Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass. You should talk to my neighbor, the accountant. Probably a great golfer... huge ass.
Chubbs : Hey, I'll bet your neighbor the accountant can't drive the ball four hundred yards. I'll bet your neighbor the accountant doesn't have a shot to get on the Pro Tour!
Happy Gilmore : And how would I do that?
Chubbs : You win the Open tomorrow, and you're automatically on the Pro Tour. Then who knows? Maybe you'll win the Tour Championship one day. Get that gold jacket that I never got.
Happy Gilmore : Gold jacket, green jacket, who gives a shit?
Happy Gilmore : [a limo passes by] Whoa, must be Burt Reynolds or somethin'.
Happy Gilmore : [to Chubbs] You know that alligator that got your hand? Well I got his HEAD!
[opening narration voice over]
Happy Gilmore : 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 his greatest slap shot.
[Young Happy, hits a hard plastic ball into his father's forehead]
[a TV is broadcasting Happy's tirade on the golf course]
Happy Gilmore : Piece of monkey shit!
Happy Gilmore : [to the golfers at a golfing range] Step right up, folks. See if you can out drive the amazing Golf Ball, uh, Whacker Guy!
Happy Gilmore : [to Grandma] I'm telling you this place is perfect, you're gonna make friends in no time.
Happy Gilmore : [while on an ice rink] I'll make you a bet.
Virginia : Do you always carry a puck with you?
Happy Gilmore : [while skating towards her] Yeah. Alright, now, if you get that puck in that net over there, I'll never bother you again. But if you miss, you got to give me a big fat kiss. And you have to pretend you like it too.
Virginia : Really?
Happy Gilmore : Good luck.
[Virginia shoots puck and scores]
Happy Gilmore : Holy shit. Talk about your all time backfires.