Frank: What am I paying my fucking dues for? This is my golf course! If I want to play here, I'll play here!
Other Golfer: Frank nobody said...
Frank: If he gets hit with my Titleist, that's his fucking problem!
Other Golfer: Don't yell at me. I'm just here playing with you. For Christ sake. That's the ball you wanna hit it...
Frank: Fore! Fore!
Foster: Five!
Frank: Hey, whoa.
Foster: What are you trying to do, kill me with a golf ball? It's not enough you got all these beautiful acres for your little game? You got to kill me with a golf ball? You should have children playing here! You should have families having picnics! You should have a goddamn petting zoo! Instead, you got these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better to do! Oh, oh! Frank, Frank, what's wrong, Frank? Frank, Frank, are you ok?
Foster: Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

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Frank upset that Foster is crossing the course takes is shot, barely misses Foster' head. In response Foster pulls out a shotgun.

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