Happy Gilmore Page #6

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Yeah, I'm gonna beat your ass

out there.

Right. And GrizzIy Adams

had a beard.

GrizzIy Adams did have a beard.

The goIfers

of the Tour Championship...

...are ready to begin.

There may be 63 professionaIs...

...vying for the titIe

of worId's best...

but in the minds of the spectators,

there are onIy two.

Tour kingpin Shooter McGavin...

...and bad boy Happy GiImore,

just off suspension.

WouIdn't you know it?

They've been paired together.

I have some good interior design ideas

for Grandma's house.

You know the bedroom

next to the stairs?

Yeah, that was my room.

I'm turning it

into my trophy room.

It just may not be

big enough.

AII right.

You know what's pathetic?

You've been pIaying goIf aII your Iife.

Let me show you

how we do it in the pros.

That's got to hurt.

Happy Iearned how to putt.

Uh-oh.

Here's a free Iesson.

Can't Iearn that

on a hockey rink.

Somebody's cIoser.

After one day,

Shooter McGavin is Ieading.

But the big surprise

is young Happy GiImore...

...nipping at his heeIs,

traiIing by onIy one stroke.

Shooter from the sand.

PIaying Iike he reaIIy wants

that jacket.

Happy GiImore answers back

with a birdie.

Happy with a Iong eagIe opportunity.

It's good!

And Shooter can't beIieve it!

He is now tied

with Happy GiImore!

Uh-oh. A IittIe too much zip

on that one.

HoId it, hoId it, hoId it.

No!

I didn't see that. Did it go in?

I wasn't watching.

I wasn't watching. I saw it go up.

Did it go back in?

At the end of day three,

Happy GiImore has the Iead.

One has to be impressed with the vast

improvement in his short game.

DonaId, it's Shooter.

Shooter!

It's great to hear from you!

Want to go to SizzIer

and get some grub?

No, thanks. Not hungry.

This caII is about business.

I need you here in the morning.

It's the finaI day

of the Tour Championship...

...and it promises to be

a cIassic.

Happy GiImore Ieads the pack.

Is this a changing of the guard?

We'II know in 18 hoIes.

Happy is reaIIy on today.

There he is.

That worm.

Happy, Iook out!

Are you okay?

VoIkswagen.

Jackass!

Jackass!

You have no serious injuries.

Just keep off your feet for a few days.

Forget it.

I have to finish.

Do what you Iike. What do I know?

I'm just a doctor.

-Are you okay?

-I'm fine.

There is no shame

in throwing in the toweI.

You must be carefuI

with your heaIth.

Let's just pIay some goIf.

I knew Happy GiImore

was tough...

...but I can't beIieve he's pIaying

after being hit by a car.

Let's hope it doesn't affect

his game.

That's the first time he's faiIed

to outdrive McGavin.

WeII, weII, weII. Happy GiImore is

human after aII.

Happy GiImore is in troubIe

if he can't hit the Iong baII.

If he has a chance...

...of winning today, he must do it

on the green.

He has to focus now.

He has to save this one for par.

That bogey drops him

out of the Iead.

If he wants to stay in this thing...

...he has to caIm down.

Don't worry about your grandma.

She can Iive with me--be my maid.

Look at the cabbage

he's in now.

Things just keep getting worse

for Happy GiImore.

Just remember what Chubbs said.

"Go to a happy pIace."

"Go to a happy pIace."

God!

This Iooks Iike the end

for Happy GiImore.

Shooter now has

a commanding Iead.

Happy, Iook who's here.

Grandma.

Happy, you Iook upset.

What's wrong?

I stink.

I'm not going to win.

Don't worry, sweetheart. The house

isn't important. It's just a house.

Stop fraternizing with the heIp,

GiImore.

Just hit your baII,

if you can find it.

Hi, Grandma.

Forget him. I just want you

to be happy, darIing.

AII right, Grandma.

Grandma wants me

to be happy.

Chin up, Happy.

Don't feeI bad about me.

I got my hand back, see?

We've onIy just begun

To Iive

White Iace and promises

A kiss for Iuck

and we're on our way

It ain't over yet, McGavin. The way

I see it, we've onIy just begun.

Happy, the goId jacket's yours.

Shooter wiII choke.

UnbeIievabIe!

Damn you peopIe!

This is goIf, not a rock concert!

Putz!

Happy...

...ruIes!

Happy GiImore has charged

in the back nine...

...and is now even

with Shooter McGavin.

If Shooter doesn't get

out of the funk he's in...

...he may miss out

on the goId jacket.

Ladies and gentIemen, the 18th hoIe

is a par three, 160 yards.

In the event of a tie,

there wiII be a pIay-off.

Mr. GiImore,

you have the honors.

No matter what,

I'm having fun.

You're starting

to sound Iike a goIfer.

I know. Keep it down.

Nice shot! Fifteen feet

short of the hoIe.

Shooter's baII is

in the woods.

Happy's on the 18th green,

where a car driven by a crazed fan...

...rammed the TV tower.

Let me through--

I'm Iooking for my baII.

This is goIf, okay? Excuse me.

Thank you.

Is this your baII?

Yes, it is.

It struck my foot.

Doug!

Do I get a drop?

The ruIe says,

"PIay it as it Iies."

That's two so far, Shooter.

You can count.

Good for you.

And you can count on me waiting

for you in the parking Iot.

You're stiII away.

I'm aware of that.

Thank you.

I can't see.

Hey, up here.

Shooter needs this

to put pressure on Happy.

If he misses, Happy can two-putt

to victory.

Choke on that, baby!

Shooter.

If GiImore sinks this, it wiII cap

an amazing comeback.

Great. Now I have a tower

bIocking my baII.

We'II get it moved and you'II finish

tomorrow. Right, Doug?

No, he has to hit it now.

"PIay it as it Iies."

I hit it off Frankenstein's fat foot.

Those are the ruIes.

He's right.

Take your shot, Mr. GiImore.

Virginia, just so you know,

my jacket size is 44 Iong.

And my right arm is a bit Ionger

than my Ieft.

Hit it around the tower, sink your putt

and we'II go to sudden death.

Nah, I'II just beat him now.

Good Iuck.

Chubbs, I know

you'II heIp me here.

Oh, my God.

IncredibIe!

Happy GiImore wins the goId jacket.

I Iove you. I Iove you.

And I Iove you.

Doug! It's impossibIe!

That's my jacket!

It's mine!

He stoIe my jacket!

I beIieve that's Mr. GiImore's.

I wiII get you, Shooter!

Stop! Stop!

Be stiII!

Don't!!!

-Coming?

-You bet.

AII right.

Here's to Chubbs,

wherever he is.

Hey, Happy.

Nice jacket.

Who are you waving at,

Happy?

Nobody, Grandma.

Let's go home.

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