Caddyshack II Page #2

rules on our appeal.

What are you talking about?

This is nothing but an old dump!

This building is over 70 years old.

It's part of our heritage.

What are you talking about?

This is a garage, can't you see that?

Do you come from

a long line of mechanics?

It was a carriage house.

It's one of the original buildings

on what was the Armstrong Estate,

the property line of which

ran down to this brook.

Does this look like a brook to you?

This is not a brook, lady,

this is a sewer.

Originally it was a brook.

Originally your family comes from

monkeys. What's that got to do with it?

This property has been laying here,

dead, for 25 years, do you know that?

All of a sudden, I buy it,

I try to put up some decent housing

that working people can afford,

and what do I get? A historical society.

Out the bullshit!

You can't stand working people

living in this neighbourhood.

I'm not going to argue with you. If you

want us to move you'll have to move us.

No problem. Rayette!

Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Run!

I run and I run and I run and I run

I can't stay away, darlln'

I run and I run

and I run and I run...

Look, Pop, if someone asks you,

we winter in the Bahamas, somewhere in

the Hamptons and don't mention Jersey.

I'm only doing this because I love you.

That's the only reason.

If it was up to me,

I'd rather have a hernia operation.

Come on, Pop, joining Bushwood

is something you should want to do.

You worked hard for what you've got.

You deserve the best country club.

This is the best?

They're a bunch of snobs, that's all.

Look at the names of their kids.

You ever hear their names?

This and this Junior and The First.

The Second, The Third,

The Fifth, The Sixth.

They're brilliant! They can't even

think of a name for a kid.

It's not fair to condemn them

because they have roots.

They got roots like an oak tree. We

got roots. We got roots like a radish.

I don't want to be a radish all my life.

So, please, Pop, just try.

- Kate!

- Hi!

Hi.

Er, Daddy,

I'd like you to meet my friend Miffy.

Miffy? Miffy, that's a cute name.

I knew a girl in school once,

we called her Muffy.

Probably for different reasons.

She was an ugly girl. She had a

coming-out party, they made her go back.

They made her...

Well, shall we go?

Todd's waiting on the patio with

a scrumptious junk bonds salesman.

- Good luck, Daddy.

- Good luck. Have a good time.

- Bye.

- Goodbye, girls.

Kate, I am so sorry. I had no idea

what you were going through at home.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I mean your father.

- My father?

- He isn't your real father, is he?

I'll get that for you, sir.

- Are you expected?

- Why, does it show?

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