Caddyshack Page #4

...gloves, shirt, pants.

Orange balls! I'll have a box of those...

...and give me a box of those

naked-lady tees.

This is the worst-looking hat I ever saw!

You buy a hat like this,

I'll bet you get a free bowl of soup.

It looks good on you, though.

Judge Smails, Smails the Third,

Dr. Beeper and Bishop Pickering.

Who wants it?

I'll take Smails if nobody wants him.

Brownnose!

Motormouth, take Dr. Beeper.

John, you take the Bish.

This is ridiculous. Let me carry that.

No. I can do it.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

Madonna with meatballs!

Turds!

How many times have I spoken to you

about your language?

Sorry, Grandpa, I forgot.

Bishop Pickering, Dr. Beeper,

this is my niece, Lacey Underall.

Lacey's mother sent her to us

for the summer.

It must be a nice change from dreary,

old Manhattan.

Yes. I was getting really tired

of having fun all the time.

Double turds!

So where do we tee off?

We're all set to go.

You know my friend here, don't you?

Are we waiting for these guys?

Hey, Whitey! Where's your hat?

Let's go while we're young!

Do you mind, sir? I'm trying to tee off.

I bet you slice it into the woods.

A hundred bucks!

Gambling is illegal at Bushwood, sir,

and I never slice!

Damn!

Okay! You can owe me!

I owe you nothing!

Judge Smails, sir, can I talk to you?

You want your driver?

No, he's not my type.

Hey, that's a joke! I'm kidding.

Give me the driver.

All right, place your bets! Here we are!

Don't count that! I was interfered with.

What did Mr. Webb shoot this morning?

He doesn't keep score, sir.

I know, but just guess. 80? 75?

More like 68, I think.

I don't believe it.

Why don't you improve your lie?

Yes, yes. Winter rules.

Fore!

Fine shot.

I should have yelled two!

Why don't we walk this off, sir?

What have you got in here, rocks?

Are you kidding? When I was your age...

...l would lug 50 pounds of ice up five,

six flights of stairs!

So what?

So let's dance!

Now, what the devil?

The man is a menace!

Cut that off!

Music is a violation of our personal

privacy! He's breaking the law!

I've always been fascinated

with the law, sir.

Really? What areas?

All areas. Personal privacy,

noise statutes....

I'd planned to go to law school

after I graduated, but...

...my folks won't have enough money

to put me through college.

The world needs ditchdiggers, too.

Nice try.

"Great big gobs of greasy,

grimy gopher guts."

How about a nice, cool drink, varmints?

Scum, slime, menace

to the golfing industry!

You're a disgrace. You're varmints.

You're one of the lowest members

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