Frank (Golfer):
Hey, you there! What are you doing there?
Bill Foster:
Just passing through.
Frank (Golfer):
Nobody said you could play through! Get off my hole!
Jim (Golfer):
Frank, Frank, he said he was passing through. Passing through.
Frank (Golfer):
He's not even a member, look at the way he's dressed, for Christ's sake! Would you get off my golf course?
Bill Foster:
I am!
Frank (Golfer):
Go back the way you came!
Jim (Golfer):
Frank, Frank, listen, I don't like the looks of this guy. Leave him alone, will you?
Frank (Golfer):
[getting worked up]
Listen, what am I paying my fucking dues for? This is my golf course! If I want to play here, I will play here, you understand? If he gets hit with my Titleist, that's his fucking problem!
Jim (Golfer):
Don't yell at me, I'm just here playing with you.
Frank (Golfer):
FORE!
[Foster ignores him and keeps walking]
Frank (Golfer):
FORE!
[Frank hits his ball, Foster ducks and falls to the ground to avoid getting hit by it. He pulls out a shotgun out of his bag]
Bill Foster:
FINE! What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me with a golf ball? It's not enough you got all these beautiful acres fenced in for your little game, but you gotta kill me with a golf ball? You should have children playing here! You should have families having picnics, you should have a goddamn petting zoo! Instead you've got these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better to do!
[he shoots their golf cart, it rolls down the hill. Frank clutches his chest and falls to the ground]
Jim (Golfer):
Frank? Frank? What's wrong, Frank? Frank? Frank, are you OK?
Bill Foster:
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Jim (Golfer):
Oh my God! I gotta get some help!
[Jim runs off. Foster walks up to Frank, who is writhing on the ground, having a heart attack]
Bill Foster:
What's wrong with you?
Frank (Golfer):
[gasping]
Heart...
Bill Foster:
Your heart? Something's wrong with your heart? Well, what can I do?
Frank (Golfer):
Pills... pills...
Bill Foster:
Pills? Where are your pills?
[Frank tries to say "cart" and points down the hill, Foster turns and sees the golf cart plunging into a water hazard]
Bill Foster:
[smirking]
Well, I guess you're out of luck, aren't you? Your little cart's going to drown. Now aren't you sorry you didn't let me pass through your golf course?
Frank (Golfer):
[wheezing, barely able to speak]
My... golf... course...
Bill Foster:
Yeah. And now you're going to die, wearing that stupid little hat. How does it feel?
