In the 1913 US Open, 20-year-old Francis Ouimet played against his idol, 1900 US Open champion, Englishman Harry Vardon.

Ted Ray: Morning, Harry. Dreadful English weather.
Harry Vardon: How'd you sleep?
Ted Ray: Like a baby. Woke up every two hours and cried.
Eddie Lowery: Read it, roll it, hole it.
Eddie Lowery: Easy peasy lemon squeasy.
Sarah Wallis: Are you Francis' caddy?
[Eddie nods]
Sarah Wallis: Will you give this to him?
[Gives Eddie a small silver horseshoe]
Sarah Wallis: For luck.
Eddie Lowery: [Takes it and walks away] Dames. Who needs 'em anyway?
Lord Northcliffe: [notices Eddie caddying for Francis] What's that carrying his bag... a pygmy?
Harry Vardon: [to Lord Northcliff] Let me tell you something. I came here to win a trophy. And on the face of it Ted Ray or I should carry it off. Not for you, not for England, but for sheer bloody pride at being the best, *that's* why we do this. And if Mr. Ouimet wins tomorrow, it's because he's the best, because of who he is. Not who his father was, not how much money he's got, because of who he bloody is! And I'll thank you to remember that. And I'll thank you to show the respect a gentleman gives as a matter of course.
Francis Ouimet: Don't ever talk to my caddy again.
Eddie Lowery: You gotta' settle down Francis.
Francis Ouimet: Yeah, and how do you expect to do that?
Eddie Lowery: [looking at Francis] You just havetuh play better.
[backing up]
Eddie Lowery: Keep your head down!
Eddie Lowery: Hey, Francis, who's that fat guy?
Francis Ouimet: Oh, my Gosh. That's President Taft.
Eddie Lowery: [excitedly] You mean the United States President Taft?
[waving]
Eddie Lowery: How ya doin', Mr. President?
Francis Ouimet: All I want is a chance.