- Shooter McGavin: [after buying grandma's house in an auction] You're in big trouble though, pal. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!
- Happy Gilmore: [laughing] You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?
- Shooter McGavin: [long pause] No!
- 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!
- Nursing Home Orderly: Good news, everybody, we're extending arts and crafts time by four hours today.
- Elderly Woman: My fingers hurt.
- Nursing Home Orderly: What's that?
- Elderly Woman: My fingers hurt.
- Nursing Home Orderly: Oh, well, now your back's gonna hurt, 'cause you just pulled landscaping duty. Anybody else's fingers hurt?... I didn't think so.
- Shooter McGavin: [in a bar] Just stay out of my way... or you'll pay! LISTEN to what I say!
- Happy Gilmore: Hey, why don't I just go eat some hay, make things out of clay, lay by the bay? I just may! What'd ya say?
- 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.
- Grandma: [referring to Terry, while sitting on her bed inside her room in the nursing home] How's that nice girlfriend of yours?
- Happy Gilmore: Oh, she got hit by a car. She's dead.
- [Shooter McGavin has just hit the ball on Mr. Larson's foot]
- Mr. Larson: That's two thus far, Shooter.
- Shooter McGavin: Oh, you can count. Good for you.
- Mr. Larson: [points at him] And *you* can count, on *me*, waiting for *you* in the parking lot.
- 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.
- Doctor: Well, You're a little banged up but no serious injuries. Just keep off your feet for a few days.
- Happy Gilmore: [after been hit by a Volkswagen driven by Donald] To hell with that. I gotta finish up.
- Doctor: Fine. Do whatever you like. What would I know? I'm just a Doctor.
- 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?
- Mr. Larson: Trying to reach the green from here, Shooter?
- Shooter McGavin: I'm afraid that's impossible, sir.
- Mr. Larson: I beg to differ. Happy Gilmore accomplished that feat no more than an hour ago.
- Shooter McGavin: Well, moron...
- [turns to see Mr. Larson for the first time]
- Shooter McGavin: good for Happy Gilm-OH MY GOD!
- 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]
- Virginia: [stopping Happy from fighting Shooter] Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey! You want to beat him? Beat him on the course.
- Happy Gilmore: That's right, I'm gonna beat your ass on the course!
- Shooter McGavin: Yeah, right. And Grizzly Adams had a beard.
- Lee Trevino: Grizzly Adams *did* have a beard.
- 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.
- Grandma: Sir, can I trouble you for a glass of warm milk? It helps me go to sleep.
- Nursing Home Orderly: You can 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!
- 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.
- 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.
- [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.
- Terry: [over the apartment intercom] All you ever talk about is becoming a pro hockey player, but there's a problem: you're not any good.
- Happy Gilmore: I am good. You know what, you're a lousy kindergarten teacher. I've seen those finger-paintings you bring home and they SUCK.
- Virginia: [while on an ice rink] I thought we were going to be just friends.
- Happy Gilmore: What? Friends listen to "Endless Love" in the dark.
- 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.
- Chubbs: What are you doing?
- Happy Gilmore: [while getting pelted with baseballs inside the batting cage] 364 days until next year's hockey tryouts, I have to toughen up.
- Shooter McGavin: [irritated, the audience is getting wild because they're cheering for Happy] Damn you people. Go back to your shanties.
- Donald: [intentionally antagonizing Happy] You're gonna need a blanket and suntan lotion, cause you're never gonna get off that beach, just like the way you never got into the NHL... you jackass!
- 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.
- [crowd laughs]
- Happy Gilmore: [to caddy] Where were you on that one, dipshit?
- Happy Gilmore: This is a biggie, time's ticking. I gotta make some money. What do you think? Slightly downhill?
- Otto: And slanting left.
- Happy Gilmore: No, it only seems that way because you have only one shoe on.
- [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]
- Crazy Old Lady: [jumps on the hood of his car] Mister! Mister! Get me outta here!
- Happy Gilmore: [while driving, pours leftover subway food on her] Here, eat that and leave us alone!
- [Shooter has just stolen the jacket]
- Mr. Larson: I believe that's Mr. Gilmore's.
- [Mr. Larson is chasing Shooter]
- Mr. Larson: I WILL GET YOU, SHOOTER!
- [Mr.Larson catches Shooter and starts beating him up]
- Mr. Larson: *STAY STILL!*
- Crazy Old Lady: [after the air conditioner falls out the window and on an old lady] Mista, mista! Get this off of me!
- [yells]
- 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: [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.
- Shooter McGavin: It's great, the other day one of his fans mooned me. He had Happy written on his ass. HA on the one cheek, and sure enough PPY on the other.
- Doug Thompson: Yeah, people are sure coming around.
- Shooter McGavin: Yeah, everyone's coming around. Well I'm NOT DOUG! This man is destroying golf. I saw two big fat naked bikers, in the woods off seventeen having sex. How am I supposed to chip with that going on? You've got to kick him off the tour.
- Doug Thompson: He's not breaking any rules, and until he does...
- Shooter McGavin: But he's a disgrace to the game!
- Doug Thompson: You may be right. But, our ratings are up and we're attracting new, youthful sponsors. Sorry Shooter, there's nothing I can do.
- 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.
- [Shooter McGavin is holding a speech for other golf players]
- Shooter McGavin: Thank you, Doug. You know, I saw Doug playing yesterday. And I've got to tell you, this guy spends more time in the sand than David Hasselhoff!
- [after Happy finally sinks his putt after 7 tries]
- Guy on Green: It's about time!
- Happy Gilmore: Yeah 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.
- [Happy pulls the guy's shirt over his head and then punches him in the face]
- Mr. Larson: [after bending Shooter's club and while he's quickly walking away] Hey Shooter, haven't you forgot your nine iron.
- 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: [referring to the man standing in front of them wearing unusual clothing and a straw hat] Thanks for dressing up.
- Happy Gilmore: If saw myself in clothes like that, I'd have to kick my own ass.
- 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.
- Fan: Happy, the gold jacket's yours. Shooter's gonna choke!
- Announcer: 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.