Grandma: Tell me dear, how's that nice girlfriend of yours?
Happy: Oh she got hit by a car. She's dead.

Golf guy: How often do you play?
Hapy: Never. This is my first time.

Shooter: You know what also can draw a crowd? A golfer with an arm growing out of his ass.

First gulf partner: Doing the bull dance, feeling the flow.

Shooter: Just stay out of my way, or you'll pay. Listen to what I say.
Happy: How about I just got eat some hay, I can make things out of clay, and lay by the bay. I just may. What do you say?

Happy: The price is wrong bitch.

Shooter: You're in big trouble pal. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.
Happy: You eat pieces of for breakfast?
Shooter: No.

Happy: Happy learned how to putt. Ah oh.