Peter Stormare credited as playing...
Gaear Grimsrud
- 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 conversation there, buddy. That's a geyser.
- [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.
- Carl Showalter: [entering cabin, with shot-up face] You should see the other guy.
- Carl Showalter: [he sees Jean Lundegaard's dead body] What the fuck happened to her?
- Gaear Grimsrud: [watching TV and eating TV dinner] Uh, she started shrieking, y'know. She wouldn't stop...
- Carl Showalter: Geesus. Well, it doesn't matter. I got the money. All of it. All eighty grand.
- Carl Showalter: [he puts a couple stacks of bills down on table] That's forty for you, forty for me.
- [Grimsrud pokes at the stacks of bills with his fork]
- Carl Showalter: [puts a set of keys next to the money] That's it, then. You can have my truck. Here's the keys. I'm takin' the Ciera.
- Gaear Grimsrud: We split that.
- Carl Showalter: [pause] How the fuck do you split a fuckin' car, ya dummy? With a fuckin' chainsaw?
- Gaear Grimsrud: One of us pays the other for half.
- Carl Showalter: Hold on! No fuckin' way! You fuckin' notice this? I got fuckin' shot! I got fuckin' shot in the face! I went and got the fuckin' money. I got shot fuckin' picking it up! I've been up for thirty-six fuckin' hours! I'm taking' that fuckin' car! That fucker's mine, you fuckin' asshole!
- [as usual, no response from Grimsrud]
- Carl Showalter: You know, I've been listening to your fuckin' bullshit all week! Are we square?
- [no response from Grimsrud who continues staring at the TV]
- Carl Showalter: [flashing his gun] Are WE square?
- [no response]
- Carl Showalter: Yeah, ya fuckin' mute. And if you see your friend Shep Proudfoot, tell him I'm gonna nail his fuckin' ass!
- [he exits angrily toward the Ciera; after a few seconds, Grimsrud follows him out the door with an axe in hand]
- Carl Showalter: [Showalter turns and sees Grimsrud striding toward him, axe raised] Oh no! Aaaaaah!
- [Grimsrud brings the axe down toward Carl's neck]
- Gaear Grimsrud: Where is pancakes house?
- Carl Showalter: What?
- Gaear Grimsrud: We stop at pancakes house.
- Carl Showalter: What... are you nuts? We had pancakes for breakfast. Gotta go to a place I can get a shot and a beer, steak, maybe, not more fuckin' pancakes, c'mon.
- [Gaear just stares at Carl]
- Carl Showalter: Oh, come on, man! Okay, here's an idea: we can stop outside of Brainerd. I know a place there we can get laid. Whaddya think?
- Gaear Grimsrud: I'm fucking hungry now, you know!
- Carl Showalter: Yeah yeah Jesus, I'm sayin' we can... stop, get pancakes and then we'll get laid, alright?
- [Gaear glares briefly]
- 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 part of... look, the thing is they don't know that I'm in trouble. My wife and father-in-law don't know I need money. And if they did... I still won't get it. Okay? These are personal matters.
- Carl Showalter: Personal matters? Okay, you're tasking us to perform this mission, but you won't tell us what... oh, fuck it. Let's have a look at the Ciera.