Four!

[hits a golf ball at Foster] [takes out shotgun]

Five! What the hell are you trying to do, kill me with a golf ball?! It's not enough you have 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! But instead you've got these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better to do! Well fu--

[shoots a golf cart]

--ck that. Now, aren't you ashamed?

[the golfer's starts to have a heart attack]

What's wrong?

My... heart...

What can I do about it?

Pills... get my... pills...

Where are your pills?

[he points towards the cart, which has just plunged into a pond]

I guess you're out of luck. Your little cart's gonna drown. Now aren't you sorry for not letting me pass through your golf course?

My... golf course...

Yeah, and you're gonna die wearing that stupid little hat. How does it feel?