Caddyshack II Page #8

- Would you like me to show you?

- Yeah.

See, what you do is you take your normal

stance, like you're putting the ball.

Just like that.

You never putted with a wedgie?

- No.

- You just take your stance.

And then... this is the wedgie!

Try putting with that

crammed up your crack.

Pop?

Pop.

I just wanted to say that

whether or not you sink this putt...

I love you.

I'm really sorry I've been acting

like such a jerk lately.

I guess that's what I get

for hanging round a bunch of fonzanoons.

I don't know what you thought.

Did you think you'd just walk out on me,

insult me, come back when you want?

Put your arms around me, tell me

"I love you" and I'll forget everything?

Yeah, that's the general idea.

You're right.

Ah-hah.

Sink your putt.

Now. Do it now. Now.

Now! Now!

- You can do it.

- Do it.

Now. Do it now.

Do it.

No!

Shh! He still might sink his putt.

If he does, we tie.

Father, a word.

This putt is very simple

and very straight.

Just tap it.

- Tap it.

- Just tap it.

A tiny, tiny tap.

- Tiny tap.

- A tiny, tiny, tiny tap.

- Lost ball, wouldn't you say?

- We win, you lose.

Hey, Chandler, nice touch.

Excuse me, Mr Something.

Might I trouble you for a scalpel, some

forceps or maybe even a pair of pliers?

You see, I had a little trouble

getting out of the roughs over there

and damn if I didn't

accidentally shoot myself

with a poison-tipped crossbow dart.

If I pull the arrow out,

will you please

suck out the poison for me?

Let me get this straight.

You pull it out, I suck?

Is there any money in it for me?

Oh, tough course.

It was a tiny tap.

Look at you,

you've burned your sweater.

Mother, how could you marry a man

with such a terrible short game?

Oh, shut up, Mary Frances.

Spoiled, snotty,

superficial little b*tch.

What?

Todd. Todd.

Oh, drat, I guess this means

you won't be going to Bunny's brunch?

Hey, baby.

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

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