Caddyshack II Page #4

I'll leave that up to you, Chandler.

Well, I got a thing.

He's a little strange.

Elizabeth.

- Oh.

- Jack, this is Elizabeth Pearce.

Hi, Jack. I sure like your suit.

Thank you.

You're a real nice-looking person.

- Thank you.

- I'll come back when you're dressed.

That's all right. I was just going to

get dressed. Real pleased to meet you.

Wait a minute.

Look what I did. I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Oh, is that where that goes? Most women

put that in a different location.

I don't need any there.

I've asked Elizabeth and my wife

to join us to make it a foursome.

I wouldn't mind if it's a foursome,

or two twosomes, or four onesomes.

And this is my wife. Cynthia.

Oh, oh. Hello, hello.

Hello.

Oh, no, absolutely not.

It's out of the question.

I refuse to play golf with this man.

Then I take it you've met?

This is the man who is trying

to destroy our community.

It was just a little disagreement

the other day.

Little?!

He tried to run me over

with a steam roller.

What steam roller?

Bulldozer. It was a bulldozer.

I really have to apologise to you. I was

wrong. I'm terribly, terribly sorry.

Darling, a word.

Excuse us for a moment.

Jack, let's get our clubs.

- Let's not make a scene.

- The man tried to kill me.

I'm sure he had his reasons.

The fact is he's here.

- I promised Miffy we'd play.

- It's funny running into Mrs Young.

I bet the first time was funnier.

Sorry I missed that.

Besides, this is an opportunity

for you to save the Armstrong Estate.

You can catch more flies with honey.

Mm.

I'm not going to run some

heavy equipment into a girl like you.

How sweet.

- Yeah?

- Yes.

So, everybody happy now?

- This should be fun, don't you think?

- I don't see how.

You're the guest.

You have the honour.

I'm only here 15 minutes and already

they want to give me honours.

I must be making a good impression.

You are, Jack. That means

they want you to tee off. Good luck.

Oh. Here goes.

Well, this'll be it.

Here we go.

Now!

Interesting club.

What would you call that?

It's a twelve-gauge.

Twelve-gauge.

Out of ammunition, Mr Hartounian?

A friend of mine at NASA sent me this.

I'm surprised

that you bother coming out at all.

Surely you could develop a gadget that

would allow you to sit in the club house

and punch buttons all day.

I got a friend working on that, too.

Doesn't that take

some of the sport out of it?

Not at all. Things could go wrong.

Batteries could go low, get static.

Anything could happen. Sometimes

the signal interferes with a pacemaker.

Edward! Edward!

Edward, are you all right?

- Bingo!

- Bango!

I feel all right now.

Must have been that chilidog.

He wants to become a member of Bushwood.

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