Happy Gilmore (1996)

Frances Bay: Grandma

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• Grandma : [referring to Terry, while sitting on her bed inside her room in the nursing home]  How's that nice girlfriend of yours?

  Happy Gilmore : Oh, she got hit by a car. She's dead.

• Grandma : Sir, can I trouble you for a glass of warm milk? It helps me go to sleep.

  Nursing Home Orderly : You can trouble me for a warm glass of shut-the-hell-up! Now, you will go to sleep! Or I will PUT you to sleep. Check out the name tag. You're in MY world now, grandma!

• Grandma : [watching Happy's Subway commercial]  It makes me hungry.

  Happy Gilmore : Yeah, well we won't have to worry about eating anymore, Grandma. See, they gave me this card: free Subway for life.

• Grandma : Who are you waving at, Happy?

  Happy Gilmore : Nobody, Grandma. Let's go home.

• Happy Gilmore : [arrvies at Grandma's house to see a bunch of boxes outside her house]  Grandma? Grandma?

  Happy Gilmore : [sees two movers taking Grandma's couch]  Hey, put that stuff down! That's my grandmother's!

  Mover : God, kid! We're just doing our jobs!

  Happy Gilmore : What are you talking about?

  IRS Agent : [arrives from the hall with Grandma]  Your grandmother hasn't paid her taxes in over a decade.

  Happy Gilmore : What? Grandma, you didn't pay your taxes?

  Grandma : I would have. But I didn't have any money.

  Happy Gilmore : [to the IRS Agent]  Where are you taking all her stuff?

  IRS Agent : I'm not taking her stuff, alright? The government is. It's not- it's not like i'm taking her stuff over to my place or something like that, alright? So don't get mad at me.

  Happy Gilmore : But she's an old lady, I mean look at her, she's old! You can't just take her stuff, she's too old!

  IRS Agent : I'm sorry, I have no discretion here. Her stuff is now our stuff.

  Happy Gilmore : [to Grandma]  Well, at least we got the house, right? I mean, I can bring furniture from my place over here. We're gonna be okay, Grandma.

  IRS Agent : Now, you're really gonna be mad. I have to take the house too.

  Happy Gilmore : Whoa, look pal, my grandfather built this house with his bare hands and my Grandma's been here over 60 years. You can't take her house.

  IRS Agent : Mrs. Gilmore owes the IRS $270,000 in back taxes.

  Happy Gilmore : Oh my god!

  IRS Agent : We have to take the house and if you can't get the money together in 90 days, we're gonna have to sell the house to someone else. You hate me don't you?

  Happy Gilmore : No, no no. I don't hate you.

  IRS Agent : [Gets thrown out of the house by Happy and smashes through Grandma's front glass door and rolls down the porch stairs]  He hates me.