Carl Showalter: You ever been to Minneapolis? Gaear Grimsrud: Nope. Carl Showalter: Would it... kill you to say something? Gaear Grimsrud: I did. Carl Showalter: "No." That's the first thing you've said in the last four hours. That's, a fountain of c...
Carl Showalter: [banging on the TV] Come on, plug me into the ozone, baby, come on!
Marge Gunderson: So, Mike, should we get together another time? Mike Yanagita: No! [sobs] Mike Yanagita: I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have... I thought we'd have a really terrific time. Marge Gun...
Mike Yanagita: [moves to Marge's side of the table and puts arms around her] Do you mind if I sit over here? Marge Gunderson: No. Why don't you sit over there? I'd prefer that. Mike Yanagita: Huh? Uh... ok. [moves back to other side of table] Mike Ya...
Marge Gunderson: [to Radisson hotel concierge] I'm doing really super there, thanks. I am Mrs. Gunderson. I have a reservation. Hotel Clerk: Yep, you sure do, Mrs. Gunderson. Marge Gunderson: [smiling] Is there a phone down here, you think?
Carl Showalter: I decided not to park there.
Wade Gustafson: I'm not talking about your damn word, Jerry.
Marge Gunderson: Hon? Prowler needs a jump.
Marge Gunderson: [on lobby phone, asking advice about a restaurant] Is it reasonable?
Carl Showalter: You know, it's proven that second-hand smoke is, uh, carcin-... uh, you know, cancer related.
Gaear Grimsrud: I need unguent.
Jerry Lundegaard: I'm in a bit of trouble... Carl Showalter: What kind of trouble are you in, Jerry? Jerry Lundegaard: Well, that's, that's... I'm not gonna go into, inta... see, I just need money.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, heck, if you wanna play games here! I'm workin' with ya on this thing, but I... Okay, I'll do a damned lot count! Marge Gunderson: Sir? Right now? Jerry Lundegaard: Sure, right now! You're darned tootin'!
Carl Showalter: Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
Stan Grossman: But you're sayin'... what are ya sayin'?
Mike Yanagita: So, uh, you married old Norm son-of-a-Gunderson?
Carl Showalter: Just keep it still back there, lady, or we're going to have to, you know, shoot you.
Jerry Lundegaard: You see, my wife's dad is real well off. Carl Showalter: So, why don't you just ask him for the money? Gaear Grimsrud: Or your fucking wife, you know. Carl Showalter: Or your fuckin' wife, Jerry? Jerry Lundegaard: Well, it's all par...
