Chubbs: [hugging him from behind] It's all in the hips. It's all in the hips. It's all in the hips. It's all in the hips.
Happy Gilmore: [embarrassed, pushes him away] Get off of me!
Chubbs: Just easin' the tension, baby. Just easin' the tension!
Happy Gilmore: Yeah, well ease it on someone else.
Shooter McGavin: [after Happy putts for Waterbury victory, sort of disappointed] Oh, he's gonna be on the tour that's... that's super.
[Happy does a funny victory "dance" with his caddy]
Shooter McGavin: That's... that's cute.
Mr. Larson: [after bending Shooter's club and while he's quickly walking away] Hey Shooter, haven't you forgot your nine iron.
Happy Gilmore: [speaking to shooter after making his first drive of the championship] Do you know what the pathetic thing is? You have been doing this your whole life.
Fan: Happy, the gold jacket's yours. Shooter's gonna choke!
Announcer: Quite a large and economically diverse crowd here at the Michelob Invitational. I guess it's the new tour sensation Happy Gilmore who's attracting all sorts of people to this beautiful course.
Shooter McGavin: [shouting at the spectators] Damn you people. This is golf. Not a rock concert.
[Happy Gilmore cheers and uses a golf club to do bull dance]
Gary Potter: [to his caddy] Doin' the Bull Dance. Feelin' the flow. Workin' it. Workin' it.
[an alligator eats Happy's ball]
Happy Gilmore: That Son of a Bitch. Give me my ball, come on, pop it up, you dirty bastard. I swear I'm gonna... give the ball, alligator. Hey, you've got one eye, Chubbs. You took his hand.
Donald: [intentionally antagonizing Happy] Hey Gilmore, you suck ya jackass.
Happy Gilmore: Why don't you shut the hell up.
Chubbs: Spoken like a true asshole.
[in Doug's office, after having fought with Bob Barker]
Shooter McGavin: [impersonating the announcer for the game show, the Price is Right] Hey, Happy Gilmore! Come on down!
Happy Gilmore: [after missing a slap shot by far] Dammit! Is that goal regulation size or what? Sheesh!
[after Happy finally sinks his putt after 7 tries]
Guy on Green: It's about time!
Happy Gilmore: Yeah it is about time. I mean I just couldn't get the ball in the hole. I *wanted* to but I just couldn't do it.
[Happy pulls the guy's shirt over his head and then punches him in the face]
Bob Barker: [about Happy] This guy sucks!
Happy Gilmore: [to himself while getting pelted with baseballs inside the batting cage] Oh, God, that hurt a little, but I'm alright.
Happy Gilmore: [to Shooter] It ain't over, McGavin. The way I see it... we've only just begun.
