Fargo1996

Mike:
Marge!?

Marge:
Mike!

Mike:
Geez! Oh, you look great! [awkwardly hugs Marge]

Marge:
Yah, easy there, you do too! I'm expecting, ya know.

Mike:
I see that! That's great! Oh, what can I get ya?

Marge:
Just a Diet Coke, please. [they take a seat at the booth] This is a nice place.

Mike:
Yah, ya know it's the Radisson, so it's pretty good.

Marge:
So, you're livin' in Edina, now?

Mike:
Oh, yah, couple years now. It's actually Eden Prairie, that school district. So Chief Gunderson, then! So ya went and married Norm Son-of-a-Gunderson!

Marge:
Oh, yah, a long time ago.

Mike:
Great. So, uh, what brings ya down. Are ya down here on that homicide if you're allowed, ya know, to discuss that?

Marge:
Oh, yah, but there's not a heck of a lot to discuss. So, what about you, Mike? Are you married? You got kids?

Mike:
Well, uh, I was married. I was married to- You mind if I sit over here? [slids out of his side of the booth and eases in next to Marge] I was married to Linda Cooksey.

Marge:
No, I... Mike, why don't ch'ya sit over there, I'd prefer that.

Mike:
Huh? Oh, okay. [slids back to his original seat across from Marge] I'm sorry.

Marge:
No, just so I can see ya, ya know. Don't have to turn my neck.

Mike:
Oh, sure, I understand, I didn't mean to-

Marge:
No, no, that's fine.

Mike:
Yah, sorry, so I was married to Linda Cooksey- ya remember Linda? She was a year behind us.

Marge:
Yah, I think I remember Linda, yah. Oh yah! So, things didn't work out, huh?

Mike:
And then I- and then I been workin' for Honeywell for a few years now.

Marge:
Well, they're a good outfit.

Mike:
Yah, if you're an engineer, yah, you could do a lot worse. Of course, it's not, uh, it's nothin' like your achievement.

Marge:
It sounds like you're doin' really super.

Mike:
Yah, well, I, uh... it's not that it didn't work out... Linda had leukemia. She passed away.

Marge:
Oh, no.

Mike:
It was a tough, uh ... it was a long. She fought real hard.

Marge:
I'm sorry, Mike.

Mike:
Oh, ya know, that's, uh - what can I say? Better times, huh?

Marge:
Better times.

Mike:
And, oh, then I saw you on the news and I remembered... I always liked you...

Marge:
Well, I always liked you, Mike.

Mike:
I always liked you so much!

Marge:
[awkward pause] So, Mike, should we get together another time, ya think?

Mike:
No! No, I'm sorry! It's just- I shouldn't a done this... I thought we'd have a really terrific time, and now I've...

Marge:
It's okay, Mike.

Mike:
You were such a super lady! And then I... I been so lonely... [cries]

Marge:
It's okay.