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It’s pretty funny how so many westerners have become experts in Buddhism just to own their parents or the Chinese
So I jump ship in Hong Kong, and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get in as a looper over there at a course in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddie, a jock. So I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dali Lama himself, the 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, and he hauls off and wacks one (big hitter, the Lama), long, right into a ten thousand foot crevice right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? "Gunga Gulunga, Gunga Gunkala Gulunga." So we finish the eighteen, and he's gonna stiff me! And I say "Hey! Lama! Hey, how about something, you know, for the effort?" And he says, "Oh, ah, it won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that going for me, which is nice.
-- Caddyshack
