Mr. Larson: Trying to reach the green from here, Shooter?
Shooter: That's not possible, sir.
Mr. Larson: I beg to differ. Happy Gilmore accomplished that feat no more than an hour ago.
Shooter: Well, moron, good for Happy... Oh, my God!
Shooter, about to tee off, talks to Mr. Larson with his back to him. He's astonished when he turns and sees how big he is.