Shooter's first meeting with Mr. Larson:
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.
Well, MORON...(turns around) good for Happy (sees that Larson is over 7 ft tall and has a nail in his head) Gilm-OHMYGOD
- And soon after that, Mr Larson decides to bend Shooter's 9-iron for no apparent reason. After teeing off, Shooter exits as fast as he can without running.
Mr. Larson: Hey Shooter! Haven't you forgotten your 9-iron?!
- Then after that, when Happy inevitably wins the tournament, Shooter runs off with the jacket.
Mr. Larson: I believe that's Mr. Gilmore's!
(Mr. Larson, and the rest of the crowd, runs after Shooter and proceed to beat the crap out of him.)