Marge Gunderson: So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There's more to life than a little money, you k...
Marge Gunderson: Say, Lou, didya hear the one about the guy who couldn't afford personalized plates, so he went and changed his name to J3L2404? Lou: Yah, that's a good one.
[Marge bends over next to the overturned car, as if she's looking at something on the ground] Lou: You alright there, Margie? Marge Gunderson: Oh, I just think I'm gonna barf... Marge Gunderson: [standing up again after a moment] ... Well, that passe...
Marge Gunderson: I'm not sure I agree with you a hundred percent on your police work, there, Lou.
Jerry Lundegaard: You're darn tootin'!
Carl Showalter: Who the fuck are you? [Wade doesn't answer] Carl Showalter: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? Wade Gustafson: I got your damn money. Now, where's my daughter? Carl Showalter: I am through fuckin' around here! Drop that fuckin' briefcase! Wade Gus...
Marge Gunderson: Ah, hon, ya got Arby's all over me.
Norm Gunderson: They announced it. Marge Gunderson: They announced it? Norm Gunderson: Yeah. Marge Gunderson: So? Norm Gunderson: Three-cent stamp. Marge Gunderson: Your mallard? Norm Gunderson: Yeah. Marge Gunderson: Oh, that's terrific. Norm Gunder...
Jerry Lundegaard: [Jerry and Wade discuss business opportunity] This could work out real good for me and Jean and Scotty. Wade Gustafson: [coldly] Jean and Scotty never have to worry.
[Jean is making noise in the back of the car] Gaear Grimsrud: Shut the fuck up! Or I'll throw you back in the trunk, you know? Carl Showalter: Jesus, that's more than I've heard you say all week.
[last lines] Norm Gunderson: [rubbing Margie's pregnant stomach] Two more months. Marge Gunderson: [smiling] Two more months.
Norm Gunderson: I love you, Margie. Marge Gunderson: I love you, Norm. [she leaves, closing the door; after getting in the car briefly, she comes back in the door] Marge Gunderson: Hon? Norm Gunderson: Yah? Marge Gunderson: Prowler needs a jump.
Carl Showalter: [irately, over the phone] Alright, Jerry, I'm through fuckin' around! You got the fuckin' money? Jerry Lundegaard: [into the phone] Yeah, I got the money, but... uh... Carl Showalter: Don't you fuckin' fuck me, Jerry! I want you to ge...
Airport Lot Attendant: There's a minimum charge of four dollars. Long-term parking charges by the day. Carl Showalter: I guess you think you're... you know, like an authority figure, with that stupid fuckin' uniform, huh buddy? King clip-on-tie there...
Carl Showalter: I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry. Jerry Lundegaard: Okay. Carl Showalter: I'm not gonna sit here and debate.
Carl Showalter: [Shep Proudfoot, enraged, bursts into apartment and knocks Carl out of bed while having sex with hooker] Shep, whatthefuckyadoin'? I'm banging that girl!
[Marge is interviewing the two hookers whose clients were the two suspects] Hooker No. 1: Well, the little guy was kinda funny-lookin'. Marge Gunderson: In what way? Hooker No. 1: I dunno... just funny-lookin'. Marge Gunderson: Can you be any more sp...
Marge Gunderson: Oh for Pete's sake, he's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!
