Caddyshack

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Caddyshack is a 1980 comedy film about an exclusive golf course that has to deal with a brash new member and a destructive dancing gopher.

Directed by Harold Ramis. Written by Brian Doyle-Murray, Harold Ramis and Douglas Kenney.
At last, a comedy that bites!Taglines

Judge Elihu Smails[edit]

  • Danny, I'm having a party this weekend. [pauses a beat] How would you like to come over and mow my lawn?
  • I have a little poem I'd like to read in honor of this occasion, if I may. Spaulding, get your foot off the boat.
"It's easy to grin
when your ship comes in
and you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile
is the man who can smile
when his shorts are too tight in the seat". [laughs] Okay, pookie. Do the honors.
  • [impatiently waits for the final putt] Well? We're waiting.

Carl Spackler[edit]

  • [standing in an ornamental flowerbed] What an incredible Cinderella story! This unknown, comes out of nowhere, to lead the pack at Augusta. He's at the final hole. He's about 455 yards away, he's gonna hit about a 2-iron, I think. [swings, pulverizes a flower] Oh, he got all of that. The crowd is standing on its feet here at Augusta. The normally reserved Augusta crowd is going wild... [pauses] for this young Cinderella who's come out of nowhere. He's got about 350 yards left, he's going to hit about a 5-iron, it looks like, don't you think? He's got a beautiful backswing... [swings, pulverizes another flower] that's- oh, he got all of that one! He's gotta be pleased with that! The crowd is just on its feet here. He's a Cinderella boy. Tears in his eyes, I guess, as he lines up this last shot. He's got about 195 yards left, and he's got a, looks like he's got about an 8-iron. This crowd has gone deadly silent... Cinderella story, out of nowhere, former greenskeeper, now about to become the Masters champion. [swings, pulverizes yet another flower] It looks like a mirac- it's in the hole! It's in the hole!
  • License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill you must know your enemy, and in this case, my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will not quit, ever.
  • I have to laugh, because I've outsmarted even myself. My enemy, my foe, is an animal. In order to conquer the animal, I have to learn to think like an animal. And, whenever possible, to look like one. I've gotta get inside this guy's pelt and crawl around for a few days.
  • Great big gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts. How about a nice, cool drink, varmints? Scum! Slime! Menace to the golfing industry! You're a disgrace and you're varmints. You're one of the lowest members of the food chain and you'll probably be replaced by the rat. Well, I have been pushed. I think it's about time that somebody teaches these varmints a little lesson about morality and about what it's like to be a decent, upstanding member of a society! Come to Carl, varmint. Come to Carl. -- Okay, I guess we're playing for keeps now. I guess the kidding around is pretty much over, huh? I guess it's just a matter now of pumping about fifteen thousand gallons of water down there to teach you a little bit of a lesson, is that it? I think it is!
  • This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.
  • I smell varmint poontang. And the only good varmint poontang is dead varmint poontang, I think.

Dialogue[edit]

Danny: I gotta go to college. I gotta.
Ty: Oh, Danny, this isn't Russia. Is this Russia? This isn't Russia, is it? I didn't think so. I like you, Betty.
Danny: It's Danny, sir.
Ty: Danny. Danny, I'm going to give you a little advice. There's a force in the universe that makes things happen; all you have to do is get in touch with it. Stop thinking...let things happen...and be...the ball.

Sandy: [with heavy Scottish brogue]: Carl, I want you to kill all the gophers on the course.
Carl: Check me if I'm wrong, Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers, they'll lock me up and throw away the key.
Sandy: Not golfers, you great git! Gophers- the little brown, furry rodents!
Carl: We can do that. We don't even have to have a reason.
Sandy: Aye! Well, do it, man!
Carl: All right. Let's do the same thing, but with gophers. [Sandy storms off] It's not my fault nobody can understand what you're saying.

Carl: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.
Angie: A looper?
Carl: A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver, he hauls off and whacks one- big hitter, the Lama- long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says?
Angie: No.
Carl: "Gunga galunga...gunga- gunga lagunga." So we finish the eighteenth... and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know... for the effort, you know?" And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Al: What're we, waiting for these guys? Hey Whitey, where's your hat?
Smails: Do you mind, sir. I'm trying to tee off.
Al: I'll bet you a hundred bucks you slice it into the woods.
Smails: Gambling is illegal at Bushwood sir, and I never slice.
[he swings his club, and slices the ball into the woods]
Smails: Damn!
Al: Okay, you can owe me.
Smails: I owe you nothing.

Smails: Ty, what did you shoot today?
Ty: Oh, Judge, I don't keep score.
Smails: Then how do you measure yourself with other golfers?
Ty: By height.
Smails: You know, you should play with Dr. Beeper and myself. I mean, he's been club champion for three years running and I'm no slouch myself.
Ty: Don't sell yourself short Judge, you're a tremendous slouch.

Danny: Judge Smails, sir?
Smails: Sit down, Danny. I think you know why you're here, so I'll do us the courtesy of not reviewing what happened yesterday. My niece is the kind of girl that has a certain zest for living. The last thing any of us needs now is a lot of loose talk about her behavior.
Danny: I swear I didn't tell anybody anything, sir.
Smails: Good, good. You know, despite what happened, I'm still convinced that you have many fine qualities. I think you can still become a gentleman someday if you understand and abide by the rules of decent society. There's a lot of...well, badness in the world today. I see it in court every day. I've sentenced boys younger than you to the gas chamber. I didn't want to do it- I felt I owed it to them. The most important decision you can make right now is what you stand for- goodness...or badness.
Danny: Now I know I've made some mistakes in the past. I'm willing to make up for that. I want to be good!
Smails: Very good! I know how hard it is for young people today and I want to help. Just ask my grandson, Spaulding. He and I are regular pals. Are you my pal..."Mr. Scholarship Winner"?
Danny: Yes, sir! I'm your pal!
Smails: [ruffles Danny's hair] How about a Fresca?

Spaulding: I want a hamburger-- No, cheeseburger. I want a hot dog, I want a milkshake, I want a potato...
Smails: You'll get nothing and like it!

Smails: I demand satisfaction.
Al: You demand satisfaction? Well I'll tell you what's satisfying: cash. I'll shoot you 18 holes for ten thousand bucks!
Smails: [laughs] Wha... I could beat you with one arm!
Al: Well, how about teams then, for twenty thousand? You can have Dr. Frankenputz...
Dr. Beeper: [mortified] I beg your pardon!
Al: And I'll take Ty, here.
Ty: Guys, don't include me in this.
Al: Come on, Ty, you're an ace. Everybody knows it.
Ty: I don't play golf, for money, against people.
Al: What are you, religious or something?
Ty: You might say that.
Smails: Ty, can I have a word with you? In private?
Ty: Sure thing, Judge.
Smails: Listen, your father and I prepped together, went to war together, played golf together. We built this club, he and I. And let's face it, some people simply do not belong. Let's not... cave in too easy. What do you say, Ty?
[Smails and Ty start to laugh]
Ty: Let's make it $40,000.
Al: Hey, great!
Ty: [to a glaring Smails] You know, Judge, my dad... never liked you.

Taglines[edit]

  • At last, a comedy that bites!
  • Some People Just Don't Belong.
  • The Snobs Against The Slobs!
  • Playing A Round Of Golf At The Bushwood Club Isn't Just Confined To The Golf Course!
  • At last, a comedy with balls!

Cast[edit]

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