| Marge Gunderson |
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OK, so we got a trooper pulls someone over, we got a shooting, these folks drive by, there's a high-speed pursuit, ends here and then this execution-type deal. |
| Marge Gunderson |
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You betcha! |
| Carl Showalter | You know, it's proven that second-hand smoke is, uh, carcin-... uh, you know, cancer related. |
| Marge Gunderson |
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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 know. Don'tcha know that? And here ya are, and it's a beautiful day. Well. I just don't understand it. |
| 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. |
| Marge Gunderson |
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Ah, hon, ya got Arby's all over me. |
| Marge Gunderson |
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I'm not sure I agree with you a hundred percent on your police work, there, Lou. |
| Carl Showalter | Just keep it still back there, lady, or we're going to have to, you know, shoot you. |
| 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 Gunderson |
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Oh for Pete's sake, he's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview! |
| Shep Proudfoot | [beating Carl Showalter violently] Fucking little weasel! Fuck you! You fucking motherfucker son of a bitch! Fucking cock! Jesus Christ! You fucking shitbag motherfucker! |
| Domestic | $24,611,975 |
| Foreign | +$36,000,000 |
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| Domestic | $24,611,975 |
| Foreign | +36,000,000 |