Minnesota Police Deputy Indira Olmstead: [after catching Lars cheating on her] You need to be gone when I get home.
Lars Olmstead: Where am I supposed to go?
Minnesota Police Deputy Indira Olmstead: I don't care!
Young Woman: [sheepishly] Sorry.
Minnesota Police Deputy Indira Olmstead: "Sorry"? What are you sorry for? Besides betraying all women everywhere. Go ahead, take him. He's useless. I don't want him.
Lars Olmstead: Hey!
Minnesota Police Deputy Indira Olmstead: You know... I, too, would like a wife. Or, heck, I'd even settle for a husband. A real man. Someone who pulls his weight. Contributes.
Lars Olmstead: Hey, you know what? I contribute, okay?
Minnesota Police Deputy Indira Olmstead: [scoffs] You don't do SHIT! You don't work. Any clothes on your back, I paid for. You can't get to the grocery or put your dirty drawers in the hamper! You can't even shovel the walk or remember my birthday to save your goddamn life. You'd sooner sit in the dark than change a lightbulb. And you'd rather die than say thank you to the person that does. So, good luck to you. You can leave the toilet seat up on someone else's life from now on.
[turns to leave, but lingers in the doorway]
Minnesota Police Deputy Indira Olmstead: Shame on you. Both of ya.