Fargo1996

Officer Olson:
Hiya, Norm. How ya doin' Margie? How's the fricassee?

Marge:
Pretty darn good, ya want some?

Officer Olson:
No, I gotta-- hey, Norm, I thought you were goin' fishin' up at Mille Lacs?

Norm:
Yah, after lunch.

Officer Olson:
Ah.

Marge:
Whatcha got there?

Officer Olson:
The numbers y'asked for. Calls made from the lobby pay phone at the Blue Ox. Two to Minneapolis that night. First one's a trucking company, second one's a private residence. A Shep Proudfoot.

Marge:
Uh-huh... A what?

Officer Olson:
Shep Proudfoot. That's a name.

Marge:
Oh. Yah, okay, I think I'll drive down there, then.

Officer Olson:
Oh, yah? Twin Cities?

Norm:
[to Marge] Oh yah?