Judge Smails: I demand satisfaction. Al Czervik: Yeah, well I'll tell you what's satisfying: *cash*. I'll shoot you 18 holes for ten thousand bucks. Judge Smails: I could beat you with one good arm. Al Czervik: Well, how about teams, then. I'll take Ty here, and you can have Dr. Frankenputz. Dr. Beeper: I beg your pardon. Ty Webb: Judge, Al, I don't play golf... for money... against people.