Steve Reevis: Shep Proudfoot
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!
Marge Gunderson : So, do you remember getting a phone call late Wednesday night?
Shep Proudfoot : [after a short pause] No.
Marge Gunderson : You do reside there at 1425 Freemont Terrace?
Shep Proudfoot : Yes.
Marge Gunderson : Anyone else residing there?
Shep Proudfoot : No.
Marge Gunderson : Well, Mr. Proudfoot, this call came in past three in the morning. It's just hard for me to believe you don't remember anyone calling. Now, I know you've had some problems; struggling with the narcotics, some other entanglements, currently on parole.
Shep Proudfoot : So?
Marge Gunderson : Well, associating with criminals, if you're the one they talked to, that right there would be a violation of your parole; would end you up back in Stillwater. I saw some rough stuff on your priors, but nothing like a homicide. I know you don't wanna be an accessory to something like that.
[after another pause]
Marge Gunderson : So... you think you might remember who those folks were who called ya?
Shep Proudfoot : [to Carl after he inadvertently put a police chief on Shep's trail who's an ex-con] Fuckin' asshole!