Carl Showalter: Who the fuck are you? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? Wade Gustafson: I got your damn money; now where's my daughter? Carl Showalter: I am through fucking around here. Drop that fucking briefcase! Wade Gustafson: Where's my daughter? Carl Showalter: Fuck you, man! Where's Jerry? I gave simple fucking instructions. Wade Gustafson: Where's my damn daughter? No Jean, no money! Carl Showalter: Drop that fucking money! Wade Gustafson: No Jean, no money! Carl Showalter: Is this a fucking joke here? [shoots Wade] Happy now, asshole? What's with you people? Ya fucking imbeciles!
Carl Showalter: Alright Jerry, you got the phone to yourself? Jerry Lundegaard: Well, yeah. Carl Showalter: You know who this is? Jerry Lundegaard: Well, yeah, I got an idea. How's that Sierra working out for ya? Carl Showalter: Circumstances have changed, Jerry. Jerry Lundegaard: Well, what do ya mean? Carl Showalter: Thing have changed, circumstances Jerry, beyond the uh acts of god. Jerry Lundegaard: How's Jean? Carl Showalter: Who's Jean? Jerry Lundegaard: My wife! What the? Carl Showalter: Oh she's alright, but there's a few people in Brainerd who aren't so ok I'll tell you that. Jerry Lundegaard: What the heck are ya talking about? Let's just finish this deal up here. Carl Showalter: Blood has been Jerry. Jerry Lundegaard: What the heck do ya mean? Carl Showalter: Three people, in Brainerd. Jerry Lundegaard: Oh jeez. Carl Showalter: That's right we need more money. Jerry Lundegaard: What the heck are ya talking about? What do you fellas have yourself mixed up in? Carl Showalter: We need more money... Jerry Lundegaard: [interrupting] This was supposed to be a no rough stuff type deal! Carl Showalter: [angry] DON'T EVER INTERRUPT ME JERRY, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! Jerry Lundegaard: Well I'm sorry but I just- I don't Carl Showalter: I'm not gonna debate you Jerry! I'm not gonna debate! We now want the entire 80,00! Jerry Lundegaard: Oh for christ's sake here!