Chubbs: 'Golf's no different from Hockey. It requires talent and self discipline.'
Happy Gilmore: 'Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass. You should talk to my neighbor, the accountant. Probably a great golfer - huge ass.'
Chubbs: 'Hey, I'll bet your neighbor the accountant can't drive the ball four hundred yards. I'll bet your neighbor the accountant doesn't have a shot to get on the Pro Tour!'
Happy Gilmore: ;And how would I do that?'
Chubbs: 'You win the Open tomorrow, and you're automatically on the Pro Tour. Then who knows? Maybe you'll win the Tour Championship one day. Get that gold jacket that I never got.'
Happy Gilmore: 'Gold jacket, green jacket, who gives a shit?'