Falling Down (1993)

Al Mancini: Jim (Golfer)

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Quotes 

• 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?