Mover: I'll tell you what, you hit a ball past my ball, and we'll go straight back to work so you can watch your precious hockey game.
Happy Gilmore: Give me the stupid club. Look at this stupid thing.
Mover: This is going to be hilarious. I mean, look how he's standing.
Happy Gilmore: You like that?
Mover: Holy shit.
Happy Gilmore: Go back to work.
Mover: That house is like four hundred yards away.
Happy Gilmore: Is that good?
Mover: That's unbelievable. Beginner's luck. Twenty bucks says you can't do it again.
Happy Gilmore: Bring it on.
Distant neighbor: You boys are going to pay for that. Ow.
Mover: You hit that guy.
Happy Gilmore: He shouldn't have been standing there.
Mover: One more time, double or nothing.
Happy Gilmore: You better pay up. Oops. All right, maybe we should get back inside.
Happy hits three balls. The first one breaks a window. The second one hits the houses owner in when he open his front door and the third hits his wife in an upstairs window causing her to fall out of the window, roll down the roof and fall to the ground in front of her husband.