Fargo (TV series)

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Fargo is a television series by FX. The show is inspired and based on the 1996 film of the same name. Season 1 takes place in 2006 in Bemidji, Minnesota, while Season 2 takes place in 1979 in Luverne, Minnesota, and Season 3 takes place in 2010 in Eden Valley, Minnesota. Each season has its own plot and cast of characters.

Season 1[edit]

The Crocodile's Dilemma [1.01][edit]

Lorne Malvo: Mister, we're not friends. I mean, maybe we will be someday. But I gotta say, if that were me in your position? I would have killed that man.
Lester Nygaard: Well, now... Come on.
Lorne Malvo: You said he bullied you in high school, right?
Lester Nygaard: Four years. Gave me an ulcer. You know what, one time, he put me in an oil barrel and rolled me in the road.
Lorne Malvo: Seriously? And now he tells you that he had relations with your wife. He bullies you again in front of his children. This is a man who doesn't deserve to draw breath.
Lester Nygaard: Yeah, okay, but, uh - Here's the thing -
Lorne Malvo: No. That is the thing.
Lester Nygaard: Well, heck! I mean, oh, okay.
Lorne Malvo: Okay.
Lester Nygaard: But... What am I supposed to do? Heck, you're so sure about it, maybe you should just kill him for me.

Vern Thurman: You'll make a good chief one day.
Molly Solverson: Me? What about Bill? He's got seniority.
Vern Thurman: Bill cleans his gun with bubble bath. No, it'll be you.

Lorne Malvo: Your problem is you spent your whole life thinking there are rules. There aren't. We used to be gorillas. All we had is what we could take and defend. The truth is, you're more of a man today than you were yesterday.
Lester Nygaard: How do you figure?
Lorne Malvo: It's a red tide, Lester, this life of ours. The shit they make us eat day after day, the boss, the wife, et cetera, wearing us down. If you don't stand up to it, let 'em know you're still an ape deep down where it counts, you're just gonna get washed away.

Lorne Malvo: Evening, Officer.
Gus Grimly: Evening. License and registration, please.
Lorne Malvo: We could do it that way. You ask me for my papers. I tell you it's not my car, that I borrowed it. See where things go from there. We could do that. Or you could go get in your car and drive away.
Gus Grimly: Now, why would I do that?
Lorne Malvo: Because some roads you shouldn't go down. Because maps used to say, "there be dragons here." Now they don't. But that don't mean the dragons aren't there.
[tense pause]
Greta Grimly: [over the radio] Dad. Come in, Dad. Over.
Gus Grimly: [to Malvo] You step out of the car, please, sir.
Lorne Malvo: How old's your kid?
Gus Grimly: I said step out of the car.
Greta Grimly: Dad, come in. Dad, over.
Lorne Malvo: Let me tell you what's gonna happen, Officer Grimly. I'm going to roll my window up, then I'm going to drive away, and you're gonna go home to your daughter, and every few years, you're gonna look at her face and know that you're alive because you chose not to go down a certain road on a certain night. That you chose to walk into the light instead of into the darkness.

Lou Solverson: So I got two kinds of sandwiches, tuna and turkey. Tuna's for the fish. Unless you think they'd think that's cannibalism.

The Rooster Prince [1.02][edit]

Postal Worker: This is highly irregular.
Lorne Malvo: No, highly irregular is the time I found a human foot in a toaster oven. This is just odd.

Stavros Milos: You're looking at the Supermarket King Of Minnesota, la mercado rey. And it all started right here in this office. Next quarter, we're expanding into Wisconsin and the Dakotas. By this time next year, rule the whole goddamn midwest. You see my mangos? Straight from Ecuador, kiwis too. That's what makes my stores so goddamn superior. I got mangos in goddamn January. And the back of a 90-year-old woman.

Lorne Malvo: This is kind of embarrassing, but, uh, would you sign a copy of my book?
Stavros Milos: I'd be delighted. You--you want something personal?
Lorne Malvo: Yeah, could you put "To Frank Peterson, thanks for nailing my blackmailer".

Gus Grimly: Well, you know, sometimes there's more than one right thing.
Greta Grimly: What does that mean?
Gus Grimly: It means I got you, and I am responsible for you, and sometimes I might be in a situation where-- and this hasn't happened, and it won't-- but a situation where if I try to stop a guy From doing a bad thing, I could get hurt. Or worse. And then who would take care of you?
Greta Grimly: But it's your job.
Gus Grimly: Well, I got two jobs, and the first, the most important, is being your dad.
Greta Grimly: Well, if I saw somebody doing something, I would stop 'em.

Lou Solverson: Not sure if you remember, but when you were five, they had to put you under anesthesia to fix your teeth. Gave you that mask.
Molly Solverson: Hmm. Gas that smelled like tutti frutti.
Lou Solverson: Yeah. My soft little girl in a hard world of drills and needles.
Molly Solverson: I'm 31, Dad. I carry a gun.
Lou Solverson: I know. But it's relative, you know? There's the kind of things a schoolteacher gets exposed to--truancy and the like-- and then there's the stuff a cop sees-- murder and violence and general scofflawery. And then there's the kind of deal you're looking at now.
Molly Solverson: Which is?
Lou Solverson: Which is, if I'm right...savagery, pure and simple. Slaughter, hatred. Devils with dead eyes and shark smiles. And one day, you're gonna get married and have kids, and when you look at them, their faces, you need to see what's good in the world, 'cause if you don't, how you gonna live?
Molly Solverson: You talk a lot, you know that?
Lou Solverson: It's always been a problem.

A Muddy Road [1.03][edit]

Gina Hess: Now here I am, stuck in the Yukon with my two mongoloid sons.
Lester Nygaard: Oh, they're not so bad.
Gina Hess: I've taken shits I want to live with more than them.

Calamity Joe: A Zombie kit... shotgun, machete, some Bactine. It's a side business. I make up these knapsacks for the Zombie Apocalypse. You know... in case the dead come back to life and world gets all "dog-eat-dog."
Lorne Malvo: It's already "dog-eat-dog," friend. Not sure what worse a bunch of zombies could do.

Stavros Milos: A million dollars? He killed my damn dog and now he wants a million dollars? "Eat a turd" is my response.

Stavros Milos: Saint Lawrence. Patron saint of hard asses. Burned alive by the Romans. You know what he said? "Turn me over. I'm done on this side." That's a goddamn saint.

Molly Solverson: Hey, you ever heard of a spider layin' eggs in a person's neck?
Greta Grimly: What's that now?
Molly Solverson: Friend of mine said it happened to a friend of hers.
Greta Grimly: Gross.
Molly Solverson: Yeah. Said they were He was sleepin', and all these baby spiders just ran right out. Not sure I want to live in a world where something like that can happen to a person.

Eating the Blame [1.04][edit]

Gus Grimly: How do you do that, just lie like that?
Lorne Malvo: Did you know the human eye can see more shades of green than any other color?
Gus Grimly: What?
Lorne Malvo: I said, "Did you know that the human eye can see more shades of green than any other color?" My question for you is, why?
Gus Grimly: No, no, no, just h-hold on.
Lorne Malvo: When you figure out the answer to my question, then you'll have the answer to yours.

Molly Solverson: What happened?
Gus Grimly: Well, they, uh-- they let him go, Malvo.Yeah, he had an alibi, it checked out, but it's him.
Molly Solverson: How do you know?
Gus Grimly: 'Cause I said the name Lorne Malvo, and he stopped, and he looked at me real funny. And then he said, like, a riddle.
Molly Solverson: What's that about a riddle?
Gus Grimly: Like, um, how come the human eye can see more shades of green than any other color?
Molly Solverson: 'Cause of predators. Used to be, we were monkeys, right? And in the woods, in the jungle, everything's green. So, in order to not get eaten by panthers and bears and the like, we had to be able to see them, you know, in the grass and trees and such. Predators.

The Six Ungraspables [1.05][edit]

Stavros Milos: We're only as good as the promises we keep.

Ari Ziskind: A rich man opens the paper one day. He sees the world is full of misery. He says, "I have money. I can help." So he gives away all of his money. But it's not enough. The people are still suffering. One day, the man sees another article. He decides he was foolish to think just giving money was enough. So he goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, I want to donate a kidney." The doctors do the surgery. It's a complete success. After, he knows he should feel good, but he doesn't, for people are still suffering. So he goes back to the doctor. He says, "Doctor, this time I want to give it all." The doctor says, "What does that mean, 'Give it all'?" He says, "This time I want to donate my liver. But not just my liver. I want to donate my heart, but not just my heart. I want to donate my corneas, but not just my corneas. I want to give it all away. Everything I am. All that I have." The doctor says, "A kidney is one thing, but you can't give away your whole body piece by piece. That's suicide." And he sends the man home. But the man cannot live knowing that the people are suffering and he could help. So he gives the one thing he has left: his life.
Gus Grimly: And does it work? Does it stop the suffering?
Ari Ziskind: You live in the world. What do you think?
Gus Grimly: So he killed himself for nothing?
Ari Ziskind: Did he?
Gus Grimly: Well, I mean... what are you saying?
Ari Ziskind: Only a fool thinks he can solve the world's problems.
Gus Grimly: Yeah, but you gotta try, don't you?

Lorne Malvo: It was the Romans, wasn't it?
Stavros Milos: What are you saying?
Lorne Malvo: St. Lawrence, your window, Romans burned him alive.
Stavros Milos: They did.
Lorne Malvo: You know why?
Stavros Milos: Cause he was Christian.
Lorne Malvo: Maybe. But I think it was because the Romans were raised by wolves. The greatest empire in human history, founded by wolves. You know what wolves do. They hunt. They kill. It's why I never bought into the jungle book. Boy is raised by wolves and becomes friends with a bear and panther. I don't think so. I knew a guy once, had a hundred and ten pound Rottweiler, and one night this girl thought it would be funny to get down on all fours and let the dog hump her. Dog still had its balls. Well the dog gets up there, but he's not in on the joke. This is just a bitch in heat as far as he's concerned. He's not leaving til he gets what he came for. Well the girl, too late, realizes the kind of mistake she's made. She wants to get up. But the dog had other ideas. Had to shoot it behind the ear to get it off of her.
Stavros Milos: I don't uh... I don't...
Lorne Malvo: Well, I'm saying that the Romans raised by wolves, they see a guy turning water into wine, what do they do? They eat him. 'Cause there are no saints in the animal kingdom. Only breakfast and dinner.

Ari Ziskind: This is a community. People watch each other's backs. Someone gets sick, someone dies, you bring a casserole, help.
Lorne Malvo: Maybe I'm here to help.
Ari Ziskind: No, you have black eyes. You're trouble. I'm going inside, and I'm calling the cops.
Lorne Malvo: Which building? The one with the Jew bus outside?
Ari Ziskind: There it is. Now the truth comes out.
Lorne Malvo: You know, some people think you don't need alarms on second-story windows. Think they can save a few bucks, you know, and still be safe. Another way they save money is they don't hook up the alarm to the phone line. So the bell rings, but the cops don't come. Or they come, but only after the neighbors call. Which, um, if this community's tight, as you say, you know just might be quick enough to save your life. Or your children's lives.

Buridan's Ass [1.06][edit]

Parking Lot Cashier: Ticket, please.
Stavros Milos: I changed my mind. I decided... God. He told me. He has different plans.
Parking Lot Cashier: God told you not to park here?
Stavros Milos: No, no, no. I know what I have to do now. I didn't before.
Parking Lot Cashier: Well, sir, I gotta... It's $2 for the first 30 minutes, so...
Stavros Milos: Son, you go to church?
Parking Lot Cashier: Yes, sir.
Stavros Milos: Then open the goddamn gate. Your Lord demands it.

Don Chumph: [reading Malvo's letter] Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was born in a field and raised in the woods. And he had nothing. In the winter the boy would freeze and in the summer he would boil. He knew the name of every stinging insect. At night he would look at the lights in the houses, and he would want. Why was he outside and they in? Why was he so hungry and they fed? "It should be me," he said. And out of the darkness the wolves came, whispering.

Lester Nygaard: You have gotta stand by me here.
Chaz Nygaard: You've been a burden my whole life. I'm done. There's something wrong with you, Lester. There's-- there's something missing. You're not right in the world.

Gus Grimly: When a dog goes rabid, right, there's no mistaking it for a normal dog. And here we are, we're supposed to be, us people, we're supposed to know better. To be better, you know?
Molly Solverson: Must be hard to live in this world if you believe that.
Gus Grimly: You have no idea.

Mr. Tripoli: Sam Hess.
Mr. Carlyle: [quickly looks up the progress on Hess] Assets deployed, Mr. Wrench and Mr. Numbers - three days, plus lodging, plus mileage.
Mr. Jergen: [Tripoli looks over at Jergen] You want the, um...? Bottom line, they don't think... our guys... they said, doesn't look related to the business. Could be extramarital on the wife's side. So, uh, now they're en route to a second location to apprehend who we, uh, think is responsible.
Mr. Tripoli: Dead.
Mr. Jergen: What's that?
Mr. Tripoli: Not apprehend. Dead. Don't care extramarital. Don't care not-related. Kill and be killed. Head in a bag. There's the message.
Mr. Jergen: Of course, boss. Yeah.

Who Shaves the Barber? [1.07][edit]

Lou Solverson: Ben Schmidt says you put down a guy with an assault rifle.
Molly Solverson: Well, he was pointing it at me.
Lou Solverson: Yeah. Proud of you.

Molly Solverson: What did I lose?
Gus Grimly: A spleen. Look, I'll get you a new one, I swear.
Molly Solverson: Yeah, you'd better.
Gus Grimly: You want some pop or something?
Molly Solverson: No, I want a new spleen, that's what I want, so you know, better get cracking, mister.

Mr. Rundle: Can I sit? Or did you want to kill me standing?
Lorne Malvo: Two hombres took a run at me in Duluth.
Mr. Rundle: Mexicans?
Lorne Malvo: That's the wrong part of the sentence to be focusing on.

Lorne Malvo: This one [pointing to the first phone on Rundle's desk] calls an ambulance, that one [pointing to the second phone] calls the hearse. I'm going to ask you again, and depending on the answer, I pick up this [points to first phone] or that [points to second phone]. Who do I talk to in Fargo?

Gina Hess: I know a little something about greasy palms.

The Heap [1.08][edit]

FBI Agent Pepper: The file room. A room with files. Say you took one of them out.
FBI Agent Budge: Took it where?
FBI Agent Pepper: Doesn't matter. Let's say you took one of the files out. Is it still the file room?
FBI Agent Budge: Now I'm saying that you and I both agree that the file room minus one file is still the file room. Now, let's say you took another one out, and then another. If the file room minus one file is still the file room, and you keep subtracting one at a time, you could end up with zero files. I'm saying logically. Or even negative files, and it would still...
FBI Agent Pepper: How do you have negative files?
FBI Agent Budge: No, I'm just, logically I'm saying. 'Cept no one is taking files, they just bring more.
FBI Agent Pepper: What about a cemetery? I mean, remove one body from a cemetery, it's still a cemetery, but a cemetery with no bodies, what's that?
FBI Agent Budge: Condos.

Lorne Malvo: [to Mr. Wrench] I watched a bear once. His leg was in a steel trap. It chewed through bloody bone to get free. It was in Alaska. Died about an hour later facedown in a stream. But it was on his own terms, you know? You got close. Closer than anybody else. I don't know if it was you or your partner, but look. If you still feel raw about things when you heal up, come see me.

Ida Thurman: Heard you got some flowers.
Molly Solverson: Some people do love to flap their lips.
Ida Thurman: More than once what I heard.
Molly Solverson: Well, there's a suitor is all I'm prepared to say.
Ida Thurman: Vern was so bad at courtship. One time, he gave me a bouquet of poison ivy. Picked it himself.
Molly Solverson: He's up in Duluth, my gentleman. Has a daughter.
Ida Thurman: What's his name?
Molly Solverson: I call him Sergio. He's a pirate I think.
Ida Thurman: Very funny, you.

Bill Oswalt: Look, you can't... that's just how it is, sometimes. Life. You know, you go to bed unsatisfied. They're calling the lottery numbers on the TV and you get the first few and already in your mind you're buying a jet or a fjord or whatever, but it's just not meant to be. It's just not meant to be.

Lester Nygaard: You know, you can go through your whole life without a care, and one day it all changes. People die. They lose their homes. They go to prison. It's calamity, huh? I know it, 'cause I lived it. And if this year has taught me anything-- and believe me, I've seen it all-- it's that the worst does happen. And you need to be insured.

A Fox, A Rabbit And A Cabbage [1.09][edit]

Burt Canton: I'm not afraid to admit it. Well, she's something else, that Jemma. Just between us girls, that body, is it... I mean... What's she like in the sack?
Lorne Malvo: Hellcat. It's the only word for it.
Burt Canton: Shit. Yeah. Weezy's basically a Jew in the bedroom.
Lorne Malvo: Oh, you mean she wears a wig, makes you do it through a hole in the sheet, yeah.
Burt Canton: No. No, no. She stopped putting it in her mouth soon as the ring went on her finger.
Lorne Malvo: Well, that's a national tragedy, Burt.

Greta Grimly: Hey, um, go fishing later?
Lou Solverson: You're the granddaughter I always wanted but was afraid to buy online.

Jemma Stalone: Oh, mick mike. I just keep pinching myself.
Lorne Malvo: Well, honey, you've earned it. It's like my mama always said, "boys, if you like the milk, buy the freakin' cow."
Jemma Stalone: Oh, that's so sweet. Well, I am gonna stick my whole thumb up your ass later.
Lorne Malvo: Aces.

Lorne Malvo: [after shooting three people] This one's on you. I worked this guy for six months, Lester. Six months. Can you imagine the number of sewer mouths I put my hands in? The gallons of human spit? Plus the hundred thousand ballot down the toilet, but still, the look on his face when I pulled the gun? Classic, huh?

Lou Solverson: Had a case once, back in '79. I'd tell you the details, but it'd sound like I made 'em up. Madness, really.
Lorne Malvo: Bodies?
Lou Solverson: Yes, sir. One after another. Probably, if you stacked 'em high, could've climbed to the second floor. Now, I saw something that year I ain't ever seen, before or since. I'd call it animal. Except animals only kill for food. This was-- Sioux Falls. Ever been?
Lorne Malvo: Went to Sioux City once back in my scandalous days. But anyway, you didn't answer my question there.
Lou Solverson: Well, I'll tell you what. You, uh-- you leave me your number. I'll make sure Lester gets it next time he comes in.
Lorne Malvo: Well, that's a solid offer, friend, but like I said, I'm just passing through. Thanks for the pie and the coffee. Haven't had a piece of pie like that since the Garden of Eden.

Morton's Fork [1.10][edit]

Lester Nygaard: MY WIFE IS DEAD! And there are arrangements to see to. So you can either lock me up or let me go.
Molly Solverson: [on Lorne Malvo] He's not gonna stop. You know that. A man like that... maybe not even a man.

Lester Nygaard: You know, I'm not sure what you've had against me since day one. But I'm not the person you think I am, this, this kind of monster.
Molly Solverson: There was a fella once. Running for a train. And he's carrying a pair of gloves, this man. And he loses a glove on the platform. But he doesn't notice. And then later on, he's on the train sitting by the window, and he realises that he's just got this one glove left. But the train's already started pulling out of the station. So what does he do? He opens the window and he drops the other glove on to the platform. Now whoever finds the first glove can just have the pair.
Lester Nygaard: So, what are you telling me?
Molly Solverson: Goodbye, Mr. Nygaard.
Lester Nygaard: Goodbye, Deputy.

Bill Oswalt: [to Molly] I used to have positive opinions about the world, you know, about people. Used to think the best. Now I'm looking over my shoulder. An unquiet mind, that's what the wife calls it. The job has got me staring into the fireplace, drinking. I never wanted to be the type to think big thoughts about the nature of things and...all I ever wanted was a stack of pancakes and a v8.

Gus Grimly: I figured it out.
Lorne Malvo: Good for you.
Gus Grimly: Your riddle-- shades of green. I figured it out.
Lorne Malvo: [irritated] And?
[Gus kills Malvo]

Gus Grimly: They're gonna give me a citation for bravery.
Greta Grimly: You? Come on, you're afraid of spiders.
Gus Grimly: Buzz Aldrin was afraid of spiders, and he went into space.
Molly Solverson: Proud of you, hon.
Gus Grimly: They really should be giving it to you.
Molly Solverson: No. No, this is your deal. I get to be chief.

Season 2[edit]

Waiting for Dutch [2.01][edit]

Dodd Gerhardt: You wear short pants till you prove you're a man.
Rye Gerhardt: I'm a man.
Dodd Gerhardt: You're the comic in a piece of bubble gum!
Rye Gerhardt: Well, I mean, says you.
Dodd Gerhardt: You got till tomorrow to bring the collection money you owe.
Rye Gerhardt: Or what?
Dodd Gerhardt: You make me wait for you again, I'll cleave your skull.

Rye Gerhardt: Look, there's two ways this can go...
Judge Mundt: [sarcastically] Is one of them "the hard way"?
Rye Gerhardt: This isn't one of those optional check "A" or "B" scenarios. I'm gonna change your mind.
Judge Mundt: [sighs] One day, the Devil came to God and said, "Let's make a bet between you and me for the soul of a man." And from on high they looked down on Job, a devout man, religious. And the Devil said, "I can change his mind and make him curse your name." And God said, "Try and you will only fail." So the Devil begins. He kills Job's herds and takes his fields. He plagues him with boils and throws him on the ash heap. But Job's mind remains unchanged. So I ask you, son, if the Devil couldn't change Job's mind, how the hell are you gonna change mine?
Rye Gerhardt: What?
Judge Mundt: You're a little dim, aren't you?

Lou Solverson: It's a diner robbery in Minnesota, Karl. Not a presidential assassination.
Karl Weathers: Oh, sure. That's how it starts-- with something small, like a break-in at the Watergate Hotel. But just watch. This thing's only getting bigger.

Karl Weathers: Unacceptable is what it is. A woman like that in the prime of her... With a young daughter! Tell her if John McCain could hold out for 5 1/2 years against Viet Cong thumbscrews, she can beat this cancer bullshit in her sleep.
Lou Solverson: I'll make sure to mention that.

Lou Solverson: Your dad said he'd be over Sunday in a suit of armor.
Betsy Solverson: Ugh. Geez. You light one souffle on fire...

Before The Law [2.02][edit]

[Dodd and Dent are torturing a man]
Dodd Gerhardt: Fought in the trenches in France - World War I. He was an artillerieschuetzen, my granddad, a gunner. Blasted mustard gas at the Allies. Had them dancing like poisoned rats. Brits caught him in a raid, hung him by his thumbs for six days straight. So this, what we're doing, this is nothing. [beat] Are you listening to me? Is he listening to me?
Hanzee Dent: Cut off his ears.
Dodd Gerhardt: Wake him up.
Hanzee Dent: He's dead, I think.
Dodd Gerhardt: Weak.

Joe Bulo: Management says acquire the territory, we acquire it. Whether that's cash down or sending bodies to the morgue, that's up to the Krauts. First Gerhardt to switch sides gets a shiny, red apple.

Peggy Blumquist: We got a plan, you know?
Constance Heck: The word "we" is a castle, hon, with a moat and a drawbridge. And you know what gets locked up in castles?
Peggy Blumquist: Dragons?
Constance Heck: Princesses. Don't be a prisoner of "we".

Hank Larsson: I'm gonna radio ahead and make sure you make it out of State. If not, I'm gonna put out an APB and have you boys rounded up. And then we'll talk again. You understand?
Mike Milligan: I do. And isn't that a minor miracle? The state of the world today and the level of conflict and misunderstanding, that two men could stand on a lonely road in winter and talk calmly and rationally while all around them, people are losing their mind. You have a nice day.

Hank Larsson: After WWII, we went six years without a - without a murder here. Six years. And these days, well... Sometimes wonder if you boys didn't bring that war home with ya.

The Myth Of Sisyphus [2.03][edit]

Lou Solverson: Say, you wouldn't by any chance be Mike Milligan and the Kitchen brothers, would ya?
Mike Milligan: You make us sound like a prog-rock band. "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Mike Milligan and the Kitchen brothers."

Hanzee Dent: No drugs, your dad says. Says anyone sells to you gets the axe.
Simone Gerhardt: Geez, you're all a bunch of squares. Sometimes a girl just wants to bust a nut, ya know?

Hank Larsson: Rye Gerhardt - raised without the proper moral fiber, I'm thinking. I mean, to kill all those people, and for what? You know, a little money?

Ed Blumquist: You sure about this plan?
Peggy Blumquist: It'll work. Like I said, my uncle used to drive his truck and drink Old Milwaukee. And, you know, insurance don't want to pay for accidents when you're drunk, so he came up with this plan. Every crack-up, he'd drive his truck to some deserted spot till he sobered up, fake a new accident to cover the damage he did drinking.
Ed Blumquist: Well, it's creative.
Peggy Blumquist: So, that's what we do. We cover the damage, file a report, and then, I mean, that should do it. We got rid of the - I mean, the guy's all ground up, and you burned his clothes, you said, so, once the car's fixed, it's - We're free. You been a real paladin.
Ed Blumquist: A... what's that?
Peggy Blumquist: It's like a knight. My knight.

Lou Solverson: Am I the only one here who's clear on the concept of law enforcement?

Floyd Gerhardt: Maude Schmidt's boy here is trying to tell me your brother killed a judge.
Dodd Gerhardt: Nobody killed a judge. We own all the judges. What'd be the point of killing one?
Ben Schmidt: Now, Dodd...
Dodd Gerhardt: Don't you "Dodd" me. We're not friends.
Ben Schmidt: We found Rye's prints on the gun.
Dodd Gerhardt: You're gonna find my boot on your neck, you keep talking like that.
Lou Solverson: Well, now, to be fair - I'm the one who found the gun, so I think you're dancing with the wrong girl.
Dodd Gerhardt: What'd you say?
Lou Solverson: I says, I'm the one who found the gun, so you should be talking to me. And I'm from out of town, so forgive me if I should be terrified, but in Minnesota, when a police officer says talk, you talk.
Dodd Gerhardt: You want to dance? Let's dance.

Fear and Trembling [2.04][edit]

Sonny Greer: Look, I-I was in 'Nam, yeah? Out there, they called me "Mad Dog," so you just-- you watch your, uh...
Hanzee Dent: Do you miss it?
Sonny Greer: What?
Hanzee Dent: Well, the-- the country-- you know, the wet, the heat, the bugs? Do you miss that?
Sonny Greer: God, no.
Hanzee Dent: It's this quiet I can't get used to, this frozen winter.
Sonny Greer: Yeah, well... Can't argue with ya.
Hanzee Dent: Did you work the tunnels?
Sonny Greer: The--
Hanzee Dent: "Send the Indian," they'd say. "Who cares about booby traps? Give Hanzee a flashlight and a knife and send him down into the black echo." Moving through the earth like a rat, killing off Charlie, taking his ears.
Sonny Greer: Ears?
Hanzee Dent: You got to push their faces down into the dirt so they don't scream and wake the others.

Simone Gerhardt: You know what depresses me? I missed the '60s-- free love, drop acid, Woodstock. Wake up one day, decide you want to call yourself Flower Rainblossom, you just call yourself Flower Rainblossom.
Mike Milligan: Yeah, but the '70s were always coming, like a-- What do you... A hangover. And you know what happened to Flower Rainblossom? She's on methadone in Bismark, turning tricks for breakfast meat.
Simone Gerhardt: I know. But at least I would've had fun, be free like how you get to dream before you wake up.

Floyd Gerhardt: Maybe, when you look at me, you see an old woman, and I am 61. I've borne six children, had three miscarriages. Two of my sons are here today. Two were stillborn. My firstborn, Elron, killed in Korea - gook sniper took off half his head. The point is don't assume, just because I'm an old woman, that my back is weak and my stomach's not strong. I make this counter because a deal is always better than war. But no mistake - we'll fight to keep what's ours to the last man.
Joe Bulo: You're a good woman. I wish I'd known your husband.
Floyd Gerhardt: No. My husband would've killed you where you stood the first time you met. So be glad you're talking to his wife.

Joe Bulo: That's the problem with a family business. Now, if one of my men defies me, puts a deal in jeopardy, I take his arm. If he talks out of turn, I take his tongue. But you, your children, your grandchildren...what are you willing to do to show us you're committed?

Lou Solverson: You didn't fight, did you, Ed - in the war?
Ed Blumquist: No, sir. 4-F on account I got the one kidney.
Lou Solverson: So... There's a look a boy gets when he's been shot or a - or a land mine takes off his legs, and he's laying there in the mud, trying to get up, 'cause he doesn't feel it yet.
Ed Blumquist: I, uh, don't...
Lou Solverson: His - his brain hasn't caught up with the reality, which is... he's already dead.
Peggy Blumquist: Ed, he's scaring me.
Lou Solverson: But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie. We say, "Lay still. You're gonna be fine." If you'd been to war, you'd know the look. See, you and Peggy, you got the look.

The Gift of the Magi [2.05][edit]

Mike Milligan: She was a true gloom, my mother. We used to eat in the dark. For a laugh, I wrote on her tombstone, "Here lies Barbara Milligan, happy till the end." Me, on the other hand, I'm an optimist.

Noreen Vanderslice: Personally not sure why you're makin' all this effort.
Ed Blumquist: Gonna buy the shop, be my own boss.
Noreen Vanderslice: And?
Ed Blumquist: And what? That's the American dream.
Noreen Vanderslice: What's the point? Just gonna die, anyway.
Ed Blumquist: What do you mean?
Noreen Vanderslice: Camus says knowing we're all gonna die makes life a joke.
Ed Blumquist: So what, you just - you just give up?
Noreen Vanderslice: You could kill yourself, get it over with.
Ed Blomquist: Okay, that - that's not... I-I mean, come on, you gotta - you gotta try.
Noreen Vanderslice: No.
Ed Blomquist: You go to school, you get a job, you start a family.
Noreen Vanderslice: Die.
Ed Blomquist: That's - Would you please stop saying that? I'm gonna live a long, long life. My - my grandpa was 96.
Noreen Vanderslice: At which point he did what?

Dodd Gerhardt: You actually like it, huh, taking orders from a woman? Was that how it was in the bedroom with Kathy?
Bear Gerhardt: Don't you talk about her.
Dodd Gerhardt: She strap one on, bend you over the bed, and show you who's boss?
Bear Gerhardt: There's gonna be a reckoning one day, brother. All souls are called to account for their actions. In the end, we all get what we deserve.
Dodd Gerhardt: You keep telling yourself that.

Ronald Reagan: The eyes of all people are upon us, so that if we shall deal falsely with our God in this work we have undertaken, and so cause him to withdraw his presence him from us, we shall be made a story and a byword throughout the world. A troubled and afflicted mankind looks to us. My friends, I believe that you and I together can keep this rendezvous with destiny.

Dodd Gerhardt: [to Simone] You think you're grown, is that it? What? With your clothes and your hair and no bra? Like you know somethin' about the world? Being grown's got a price. Kid gets slapped when he's bad. When you're grown, you get the fist. Or the knife.

Rhinoceros [2.06][edit]

Ed Blumquist: This is all just so crazy. And I can't stop thinking about that book. Noreen's book. It's, like, stuck in my head.
Lou Solverson: What? What book?
Ed Blumquist: It's about this guy who, every day, he - he pushes this rock up this hill. Like a boulder. And then every night, it just rolls back down. But he doesn't stop. You know, he just - he keeps goin'. And - and he wakes up every day and starts pushin'. By which I-I-I guess I'm - I'm sayin' it doesn't matter what they throw at me. I'm gonna take care of what's mine.

Dodd Gearhardt: [to Simone] A whore's life is five good years, five bad years, and then some half-dick sweat stain grinds you out like a cigarette. Like a goddamn spent cigarette.

Hank Larrson: My question for you is, how come after you hit that fella, you didn't just drive to the hospital or waved down a passin' motorist and ask 'em to call the cops?
Peggy Blumquist: You say it like these things happen in a vacuum. Like it's a test. Check "A" or "B". But it's like decisions you make in a dream, ya know? I'll tell you what, if it was me, and we had to run I wouldn't look back. For what? The dazzle? This house? This is Ed's house. He grew up here. His mom washing his undies, his father taking his paper to the commode. You ask me how come I buy all these magazines? I'm livin' in a museum of the past.

Hank Larrson: [to Dodd] Son, I could fill out a steamer trunk with the amount of stupid I think you are.

Karl Weathers: [to Ed] Well, son, rest assured whatever your status, I shall defend you till your last breath. I mean my last breath. Excuse the obvious death penalty snafu. I'm slightly inebriated.

Did you do this? No you did it! [2.07][edit]

Hank Larrson: My wife passed last summer. We were up in Brainerd, visitin' my sister. Last thing she said to me - "Do you smell toast?"
Floyd Gerhardt: Different roads, same destination.
Hank Larrson: I suppose. But the question is - for you, I mean - how far does it go? Husband dead, plus your youngest, grandson in jail, and now Dodd's missin', we hear.
Floyd Gerhardt: Old-timers had it worse. Used to be 10 born, 2 survived - consumption, scalpings, smallpox, wolves.
Hank Larrson: Well, it's a question of what you can live with, I suppose - how many ghosts. I-I shot a man through the teeth in Vichy, France. I still see his face every night before bed.

Mike Milligan: There's a man.
Ben Schmidt: What - what man?
Mike Milligan: Just a man. He works in a factory. One day, the boss gets it in his mind that this man is stealing from him. So, every night at the gate, the guards search his wheelbarrow. But they never find anything.
Ben Schmidt: Pat him down.
Mike Milligan: Oh, they do that. Strip him naked - nothin'.
Ben Schmidt: So he's not stealin'.
Mike Milligan: Of course he is.
Lou Solverson: Wheelbarrows.
Mike Milligan: Thank you. That's right. He's stealing wheelbarrows.
Ben Schmidt: What?
Mike Milligan: My point is sometimes the answer is so obvious you can't see it because you're looking too hard. See, we can't leave because we're the future, and they're the past. The past can no more become the future than the future can become the past.

Hamish Broker: Braverman stood for you, said, "He's not like the other darkies. This one's smart, capable." But that is not what I'm seeing.
Mike Milligan: And I appreciate the opportunity... sir, believin', as I do, like the good Dr. King said, "A man should be judged on the content of his character, not the color of his skin."
Hamish Broker: Yeah, he's dead. You're gonna need a different quote.

Mike Milligan: So... is this a conversation about how it's time for me to pack up and go home?
Lou Solverson: No. Don't have to go home. It's a big country. Just maybe don't be here.
Mike Milligan: Are you familiar with the phrase "manifest destiny"?
Lou Solverson: Yeah, but see, here's the thing. I own two pairs of shoes - a summer pair and one for winter. We're not meant to have more than we can handle, is what I mean. So, this need for conquest, you know, tryin' to own things that aren't meant to be owned...
Mike Milligan: Like people?
Lou Solverson: That's an example. But also places - believin' we can tame things. That's a problem, right?... Not a solution.
Mike Milligan: You're saying capitalism is a problem?
Lou Solverson: No... Greed... Makin' this thing all or nothin'.

Simone Gerhardt: Please. Please! It's not... We're family!
Bear Gerhardt: None of us are family anymore.
Simone Gerhardt: Please! Pl-please, just banish me. Like you said, shave my head. Run me out of - I'll go! I'll go away and never... You don't have to.
Bear Gerhardt: Hush now. It's already done.

Loplop [2.08][edit]

Dodd Gerhardt: And here I am, tied up for no reason, a concerned citizen just walking past, and I - and I hear a cry for help.
Ed Blumquist: No, you're a Gerhardt.
Dodd Gerhardt: And you're shit on my shoe. Why don't you come here and let me wipe you off?

Ed Blumquist: [to Peggy about Dodd] Hon, you got to stop stabbing him.

Ed Blumquist: Today's your lucky day, Mike. I've got Dodd Gerhardt in the trunk of my car. You want him?
Mike Milligan: Sir, if I kiss you when we meet, would that be inappropriate?

Ed Blumquist: Maybe you heard of me - the Butcher of Luverne.
Mike Milligan: I have heard of you. And may I say, brother, I like your style.

Dodd Gerhardt: [to Ed] Son, you got yourself a woman problem. How I know is they've been plaguing me my whole life. What's the joke? Can't live with them, can't turn them into cat food. Personally, I don't see the value in all that talking and the mood swings and the lack of rational thinking, which, brother, your bitch has got that in spades. See, the male of the species has got the potential for greatness. Look at your kings of old. Napoleon, Kublai Khan, Samson. Giants made of muscle and steel. But these women, even in those Bible movies, you see a Delilah and, uh, Scheherazade. I want to tell you my own private belief here. I think Satan is a woman. Think about it.

The Castle [2.09][edit]

Hank Larsson: Well, that went wrong in a hurry.
Lou Solverson: You comin'?
Hank Larsson: No. Good to have at least one grown-up here, don't you think?
Lou Solverson: I'm gonna call my boss, see if he can stop this madness on a bureaucratic level.
Hank Larsson: Worth a shot.
Lou Solverson: This thing's officially out of control.

Jeb Cheney: You Minnesota boys don't got much in the way of backbone, now, do ya?
Hank Larsson: Well, now, I wouldn't say that. Just like to think things through.
Jeb Cheney: Mm. Army?
Hank Larsson: Yes, sir. Liberated France in the great war. Not single-handedly, but I like to think they couldn't have done it without me.
Jeb Cheney: Well, then, you know it's the generals that do the thinkin' and everybody else just says, "How high?"
Hank Larsson: I'm not gonna debate the merits of top-down decision makin' with ya, Captain. 'Cept to say I had a lieutenant in the war, and h-he told Eisenhower to go to hell once, on account of his orders woulda got us all killed. And I send that man a card every Christmas - 'cause I can.

Floyd Gerhardt: Three times, I sent men to do a job. Three times, they come back unfinished. I'll handle this myself.

Floyd Gerhardt: I miss them all.
Bear Gerhardt: We'll be together again. On high.

Peggy Blumquist: It's just a flyin' saucer, Ed. We gotta go.

Palindrome [2.10][edit]

Mike Milligan: Sovereignty is absolute power and authority.
Ricky G: Like a king?
Mike Milligan: Exactly. Which is who I am - your king.
Ricky G: Uh, it's America, brother. We don't do kings.
Mike Milligan: Oh, we do. We do. We just call them something else. See, today is my coronation day. And on coronation day, I've always believed a new king should start his reign with an act of kindness.
Ricky G: Right on.
Mike Milligan: And an act of cruelty. That way, your subjects know that you're capable of both - God and monster.

Noreen Vanderslice: Camus says knowin' we're gonna die makes life absurd.
Betsy Solverson: Well, I don't know who that is. But I'm guessing he doesn't have a 6-year-old girl.
Noreen Vanderslice: He's French.
Betsy Solverson: Ugh, I don't care if he's from Mars. Nobody with any sense would say something that foolish. We're put on this earth to do a job. And each of us gets the time we get to do it. And when this life is over and you stand in front of the Lord... Well, you try tellin' Him it was all some Frenchman's joke.

Lou Solverson: I was there at the end, you know? After the war, when Saigon fell, on the USS Kirk patrolling the coast. And when the country went, it went fast. And we had, like, you know, 24 hours to get everybody out. And not just Americans, but our allies, the South Vietnamese, all packed onto boats and helicopters. We stood on the deck and waved them in. And one by one, they'd land, unload, and then we'd push the whirlybirds into the sea. The damndest thing. But then, this Chinook comes. And those things - you can't just land one on a ship this size. So we wave them off. But the pilot's got his whole family inside, and he's running out of fuel, so it's now or never. So he hovers over the deck. People start jumping - scared or not - onto the ship. There's a baby - literally a-a tiny baby and the mother just - just drops him. And one of my boys like catching a ball, just sticks out his hands. So, now everybody's out, and I'm thinking, "How the heck is this pilot"- right? - "How's he gonna get out?" But he maneuvers off the port bow, and he hovers there for the longest time doing, you know, what we learned later - uh, takin' off his flight suit. And somehow he rolls the bird on its side, and just before it hits the water, he jumps. 6,000 pounds of angry helicopter parts flyin' all around him. And somehow he makes it. How'd he do that?
Peggy Blumquist: What are you sayin'?
Lou Solverson: Your husband, he said he was gonna protect his family no matter what. And I acted like I didn't understand, but I do. It's the rock we all push - men. We call it our burden, but it's really our privilege.
Peggy Blumquist: I never meant for any of this to happen. You know? Not to Ed. Not to anybody. I just wanted to be someone.
Lou Solverson: Well, you're somebody now.

The Book: What'll you do then, I wonder? Join a-a new empire?
Hanzee Dent: Maybe start one of my own.
The Book: So that it, too, may one day collapse and fall into the sea. Do I take it you'll try to get revenge on Kansas City, apprehend those responsible? 'Cause you can bet Kansas City will be heavily guarded.
Hanzee Dent: Not apprehend. Dead. Don't care "heavily guarded". Don't care "into the sea". Kill and be killed. Head in a bag.

Season 3[edit]

The Law of Vacant Places [3.01][edit]

East Berlin Official: We are not here to tell stories, we are here to tell the truth.

Valet: No tip?
Ray Stussy: Ya. Get a real job.

Nikki Swango: You're the hand and I'm the glove.
Ray Stussy: You're the bottle and I'm the beer.
Nikki Swango: Or the beer and the glass in my case.
Ray Stussy: Oh yeah, but I mean it comes in--
Nikki Swango: No, I know. Yeah. Simpatico.

Sy Feltz: It's, see your firm, Narwhal, like I said last year, we borrowed a hefty sum. And I know you're not bona fide FDIC, but I mean, unless you boys do business differently in... Where you from?
V. M. Varga: America.

Nikki Swango: Ray, there's a man in my bathroom.
Ray Stussy: Let's not jump to any conclusions.
Nikki Swango: Are you saying he's not a man or he's not in my bathroom?

The Principle of Restricted Choice [3.02][edit]

Irv Blumkin: You borrowed $1,000,000 from a man without knowing his first name.
Emmit Stussy: I know how it -
Irv Blumkin: It's not a question. I'm just assessing the level of stupidity.

Attendant: Are they with you?
V. M. Varga: Surmise.
Attendant: What?
V. M. Varga: Because we arrived together, we are together. Surmise.
Attendant: Well, are ya?
V. M. Varga: Yes.

Gloria Burgle: The old way works just fine. Type out a report, send it via telex.
Moe Dammick: You do know what year it is, right? The future. We don't use - Who uses telexes anymore?
Gloria Burgle: So that's why no one ever writes me back.

Nikki Swango: So, even if they wanted to solve it, the police, what possible solve is there, besides unfathomable pinheadery?

V. M. Varga: There. There you go. Now you're seeing it. The inescapable reality. You're trapped. Don't look so sad. By the time we're done, you'll be billionaires. On paper, at least.

The Law of Non-Contradiction [3.03][edit]

Hotel clerk: Room 203. Very nice room, very nice. It's got air conditioning. You can smell the ocean.
Gloria Burgle: There's a view?
Hotel clerk: No, there's a smell. At low tide.

Oscar Hunt: Look, I'm just gonna cut to the chase here, gorgeous: Am I getting laid here, or what?
Gloria Burgle: Uh, "what".
Oscar Hunt: Cool. Thanks for the beer.

Howard Zimmerman: Let me ask you something. Do you know about science?
Gloria Burgle: Do I know about...?
Howard Zimmerman: About science. Well, science has this thing - it's been proven - they call it "quantum"... something. It talks about how we're all just particles... we're floating out there... we're moving through space. Nobody knows where we are. And then every once in awhile... "BANG!" We collide. And suddenly for maybe a minute, we're real. And then we float off again. As if we don't even exist. I used to think it meant something. These collisions, the people we found.
Gloria Burgle: And now?
Howard Zimmerman: Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Vivian Lord: [about Thaddeus] He was right. I am a bad person. But he wasn't that good, either.

The Narrow Escape Problem [3.04][edit]

“Each character in the tale is going to be represented by a different instrument of the orchestra. For instance, the bird will be played by the flute. Like this. Here's the duck, played by the oboe. The cat by the clarinet. The bassoon will represent grandfather. The blast of the hunters' shotguns played by the kettledrums. The wolf by the French horns. And Peter by the strings. Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Then I'll begin."

Billy Bob Thornton introduces Peter and the Wolf, explaining the character represented by each instrument.

Ray Stussy: Buck, if I wanted an opinion from an asshole, I'd ask my own. Got it?

Winnie Lopez: We've been tryin', me and Jerry, for months now. Like those old roadrunner cartoons with the wolf and the sheepdog, how you punch a clock to go to work. It's mostly missionary, if I'm being honest. We used to spice it up, but now it's about the shortest distance between two points. He'd pop faster from the back, if I'm being honest, but I think it's important to look each other in the eyes when it comes to making babies.

V.M. Varga: You see it, don't you? Millions of people bought houses they couldn't afford, and now they're living on the streets. Eighty-five percent of the world's wealth is controlled by one percent of the population. What do you think is going to happen when those people wake up and realize you've got all their money?
Emmit Stussy: Hey, I just charge for parkin'!
V.M. Varga: You think they're going to ask questions when they come with their pitchforks and their torches? You live in a mansion. You drive a $90,000 car.
Emmit Stussy: It's a lease, through the company!
V.M. Varga: Look at me. Look at me. This a $200 suit. I'm wearing a second-hand tie. I fly coach. Not because I can't afford first - because I'm smart. So look at you, look at me, and tell me who's the richer?
Emmit Stussy: Well, I-I feel like this a trick question.
V.M. Varga: There's an accounting coming, Mr. Stussy. Mongol hordes, and what are you doing to insulate yourself and your family? You think you're rich? You've no idea what rich means. Rich is a fleet of private planes filled with decoys to mask your scent. It's a bunker in Wyoming and another in Gstaad. So that's action item one: the accumulation of wealth. And I mean wealth, not money.
Emmit Stussy: What's action item number two?
V.M. Varga: To use that wealth to become invisible.

The House of Special Purpose [3.05][edit]

Nikki Swango: You have made me the happiest woman ever. Now let's make a sex tape.

[A shocked Sy Feltz discovers that V.M. Varga has taken over his office]
Sy Feltz: What the goddamn hell--!
V.M. Varga: You have a fat wife.
Sy Feltz: Excuse me?
V.M. Varga: Which part of what I just said is giving you trouble?
Sy Feltz: This is my office!
V.M. Varga: A fat woman is inherently untrustworthy as she is a sensualist; she sees no real difference between a pastrami sandwich and a dick in the mouth.

V.M. Varga: Do you know what a chicken is?
Sy Feltz: What?
V.M. Varga: A chicken. Do you know what a chicken is? A chicken is an egg's way of making another egg. You see, it's all a matter of perspective. The chicken sees it one way, the egg another. So let's start again: this is not your office, just as your wife would not be your wife if I came to her in the night with a platter of cold cuts.

Sy Feltz: We're in trouble here. Enemies are at the gates - inside the gates! Fornicating with our cookware!

Nikki Swango: I'm sorry. Who are you?
Yuri: [says something in Russian]
Nikki Swango: What?
Meemo: He said, "Pretty girls should only open their mouths when they see a dick."
Nikki Swango: Well, just so I'm clear, which one of you is the dick?

The Lord of No Mercy [3.06][edit]

[UKULELE PLAYING] The First World War was started by a sandwich. On June 28th, 1914, Gavrilo Princip, one of seven conspirators, failed to blow up the Archduke of Austria with a hand grenade. Demoralized, Gavrilo stopped for lunch at Schiller's delicatessen on Franz Joseph Street in Sarajevo. But as he was eating, the Archduke's driver, lost, pulled up outside the restaurant and stopped. Fate had delivered Gavrilo's target to him and he would not miss twice.

Sy Feltz: You're talking about doubling the size of the company in six months!
V.M. Varga: Three months.
Sy Feltz: It's a lot of debt! Just to line our pockets? Shouldn't we... I'm just sayin'... the more cautious approach. Why not?
V.M. Varga: Because the shallow end of the pool is where the turds float. Emmit?
Emmit Stussy: No one ever got anywhere stayin' home, Sy.
Sy Feltz: And what does that mean?
Emmit Stussy: It means we're either doin' this, or we're not doin' this. Whether you step off the board with one foot or two, you still end up in the water.
Sy Feltz: Okay. But what about the IRS? You said yourself, he's sittin' in a conference room, right now, goin' over the books!
V.M. Varga: Some books. Not the books.
Sy Feltz: What the heck does that mean?
V.M. Varga: Let's just say, for testimonial purposes, it's better that you don't know.
Sy Feltz: You think the IRS won't - this is what they do! Tax cheats!
V.M. Varga: Middle managers and movie stars. People who park their money in a Denver Wells Fargo under their mother-in-law's maiden name. But I assure you, the IRS could not unravel an intricate web of shell companies and loan-outs with secret accounts in Monaco, Luxembourg, and the Cook Islands if you gave them the account numbers.
Sy Feltz: What?
V.M. Varga: I'm beginning to think that finance is more of a hobby with you.

V.M. Varga: Eden Valley. Is that a nice town?
Gloria Burgle: We got a Tastee Freeze and a Dairy Queen.
V.M. Varga: Will wonders never cease.

Emmit Stussy: You know, I was thinking about it on the way over. I can't think of a single person who doesn't like me - except you.
Ray Stussy: That's what they say to your face.
Emmit Stussy: No, Ray. I'm a fair man. I treat people honestly. Help 'em when they're down.
Ray Stussy: Them you help.
Emmit Stussy: When did I not help you, kid? Anything you asked. Co-signing the mortgage, repairs for the car.
Ray Stussy: I'm not less than you, some child that needs...
Emmit Stussy: Ray, c'mon. We've done this already. We've been doing it for 20 years. Enough.

V.M. Varga: Mr.Stussy. Do you know what Lenin said about Beethoven's Piano Sonata Number 23? Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov. Not the bloody walrus. He said, "I know nothing that is greater than the Appassionata, but I cannot listen too often. It affects one's nerves, and makes one want to say kind, stupid things, and stroke the heads of those who, living in such a foul hell, can create such beauty. Better to beat the person unmercifully over the head." Where are you, Mr.Stussy?
Emmit Stussy: [BREATHING HEAVILY] There's been an accident.
V.M. Varga: Things of consequence rarely happen by accident.

Emmit Stussy: [after accidentally killing Ray] I didn't mean to...
V.M. Varga: No one ever does.

The Law of Inevitability [3.07][edit]

Emmit Stussy: Sy tells me you're in self-storage.
Ruby Goldfarb: Me and my late husband. We started in mortuaries.
Emmit Stussy: Ah, just another kind of storage, I suppose.

Moe Dammick: [shows Nikki a picture of Ray's corpse] He's dead, in case you couldn't tell. Lady cop who printed you said you're a little tender. Around the middle, maybe? Got some bruises. See, I'm a simple guy. When it snows, I put on boots. Sun comes out, I wear shades. I see a girl like you and a guy like that, I think, "Now, how's a working man with hillbilly hair and a beer belly land Miss State Penitentiary 2010? And then I get the record. I see the girl has got 18 months' probation and the guy with his head half cut off was the shlub who signed the forms. Now it starts to make sense. I mean, stop me if I get it wrong, if this wasn't some kind of tit-for-tat handjob-gets-you-work-release program. If it was, whatever. Love story of the century. No? That's what I thought. See? Simple things. Cause and effect, crime and punishment. Mash a potato, you know what you get? Mashed potatoes.
Nikki Swango: I want a lawyer.
Moe Dammick: Yeah? Well, that's a mistake. Think it through. The evidence, shared domicile, you, a known felon, spinning a web of lies. History of domestic violence with a beer-drinking loser. You don't have to be a mathematician to add two plus two. No. Your best bet? Tearjerker. What a monster he was. How he beat you every night where it wouldn't show.
[Nikki says nothing]
Moe Dammick: [sighs] Okay. We're done. I'll leave the picture, in case you're the type of girl who likes to take pride in her work.

Moe Dammick: Either you're on vacation til the handover - take some time to grieve, be with your family, Merry Christmas, all that - or start looking for another job.
Gloria Burgle: Happy holidays, sir.
Moe Dammick: That's what I thought.

Emmit Stussy: Sy said your husband died.
Sy Feltz: That's not- we don't need to...
Ruby Goldfarb: It's fine. My Walt. It'll be a year in May since he passed. Did you lose someone?
Emmit Stussy: Stella. 25 years. She left last week. Sex tape. Not a real one, of course - I mean, it was a real sex tape, but not my, y'know... forgery. To the end of securing a payout. Which, y'know, that's the price of it, I guess, being rich.
Ruby Goldfarb: I don't know...
Emmit Stussy: Enemies, I'm sayin'. Not at first. First come the well-wishers with their fake smiles. Then, the richer you get, here come the deadbeats with their hands out.
Sy Feltz: You know, it's getting pretty late...
Emmit Stussy: The jackals laughing in the dark, trying to pick the meat off your bones.
Sy Feltz: Check, please!
Ruby Goldfarb: Money is a blessing and a curse.
Emmit Stussy: No, don't blame money! It's people. Sore losers. Making up stories about how we're villains. The dreamers, the hard workers. In the office before dawn. Toiling, saving... Ebenezer Scrooge and the like. Have you heard of the vile maxim?
Ruby Goldfarb: No...
Emmit Stussy: "All for ourselves and nothing for other people is the vile maxim of the masters of mankind." You think a rich man wrote that?

Who Rules the Land of Denial? [3.08][edit]

Paul Marrane: Shartis.
Nikki Swango: Huh?
Paul Marrane: "Job sat on his dung heap, covered in boils..."
Nikki Swango: Mister, it's been a long day...
Paul Marrane: They're all long. That's the nature of existence. Life is suffering. I think you're beginning to understand that.
Nikki Swango: Amen.

Paul Marrane: Can I show you something?
[Marrane reaches into a box and pulls out an orange kitten]
Nikki Swango: Aww!
[Marrane hands the kitten to Nikki, who cuddles it]
Paul Marrane: Ray is the cat.
Nikki Swango: What?
Paul Marrane: His name. I call him Ray. I know, that's not really a cat's name, but when I looked at him, that's the name that stuck. But this is how it is, I think.

V.M. Varga: Emmit. Emmit, are you listening?
Emmit Stussy: Yes.
V.M. Varga: You won.
Emmit Stussy: I won? What did I win?
V.M. Varga: Life.

V.M. Varga: I want you to picture an island, a tropical island. Somewhere warm. The South Pacific, perhaps. Can you see it? Now, I want you to imagine that on this island, one day in September 1945, a load of paper fell from the sky. Leaflets dropped in their hundreds by the Allied forces to tell the Japanese soldiers stationed there that the war was over. The Emperor has surrendered. But down below, one man refused to believe. Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda. A man of honor, values. And as the rest of the world went about its business -1946, '47, '50, '64, '71 - as peace was made and a Cold War fought, Hiroo Onoda battled on. A tireless soldier of the Emperor's Imperial Army, and the last man to die for an ideal.
Emmit Stussy: [tearfully, about Ray] He was just a boy. He used to follow me around after school - "Emmit, play with me. Emmit, watch this."
V.M. Varga: Is the Bible a children's book? What we're doing here, the sober affairs of men. These are feats of great strength and cunning and fortitude. Not child's play, not "the best you can do". Nobody remembers the second man to climb Mt. Everest. That's it. Sleep now. Everything will be clearer in the morning.

Aporia [3.09][edit]

Emmit Stussy: He played tennis.
Gloria Burgle: Ray?
Emmit Stussy: Our dad. At his club, rain or shine, every Saturday. He had that thing all dads have after 30 years of wearing socks, where the hair gets worn away, so he's basically bald from the shins down. [chuckles] I was on the drive, you know, throwing a ball against the house, a tennis ball. Wasn't supposed to, but he was gone, so... And Ray's someplace, kitchen probably, he was always eating, that kid. Real chubby. And then, Dad's home. He had this old Mercedes diesel, you could hear it on the come. So I hide the ball and he pulls in. Not out of the car ten seconds, when down he goes, flat on his face. One minute, he's waving hello, the next, just drops like - like the lights go out. [pause] I killed him.
Gloria Burgle: Your dad?
Emmit Stussy: Ray. First I tricked him, then I killed him. Like no days had passed. Like one thing goes and then another. Like you whack a tennis ball back and forth.

V.M. Varga: You can't win this game, you do realize that?
Nikki Swango: I thought you didn't play games.
V.M. Varga: I'm offering you a fortune, you're asking for a piggy bank. Porquoi?
Nikki Swango: Because I wanna hurt you, not be your pet. I wanna look you in the face and rip out something you love.
V.M. Varga: I didn't kill him. You do know that? It was Emmit.
Nikki Swango: Wasn't Emmit who came for me in the precinct. Wasn't Emmit who flipped that bus.
V.M. Varga: You know, I didn't have any feeling about you before, but now I'm starting to really dislike you.
Nikki Swango: Good. [gets up to leave] I'll give you till tomorrow to get my money.

Gloria Burgle: Got married straight out of high school to a guy I knew since fifth grade summer camp. Summer wedding. Guests were mostly mosquitoes. We had a baby boy, then a toddler, now a teen. Last year, my husband phones me at work, tells me he's got a boyfriend named Dale. Says they're moving in together. Says he's sorry. He loves me, but not like that. "What else is there?" I say. You think the world is something, then it turns out to be something else.

V.M. Varga: The problem is not that there is evil in the world. The problem is that there is good. Because otherwise, who would care?

Somebody to Love [3.10][edit]

V.M. Varga: Well, you should be happy, Mr. Stussy. Your first action item is complete: the accumulation of wealth.
Emmit Stussy: I'm just so tired.
V.M. Varga: Perfectly natural. You see it all the time in the wild - the smaller animal going limp in the jaws of the larger. Genetic instinct. At some level, food knows it's food.

Nikki Swango: Are you as low as you can go?
Emmit Stussy: What?
Nikki Swango: I asked you if you still feel you've got room to fall, or whether this is bottom.
Emmit Stussy: Honestly? If you'd asked me yesterday, I'd have said I couldn't go lower - sitting in jail, staring at a life behind bars or the electric chair. But now, here we are today, lower still.
Nikki Swango: Oh, I've been watching. This Varga fella plucked you like a chicken. But he's gone now, so I'm gonna finish the job.

Gloria Burgle: Were you aware that Emmit Stussy was murdered three months ago, killed in his own home?
V.M. Varga: Peasant. Pitchfork.
Gloria Burgle: What?
V.M. Varga: I said, it is a dangerous world for men of standing. Human beings, you see, have no inherent value other than the money they earn. Cats have value, for example, because they provide pleasure to humans. But a deadbeat on welfare, they have negative value. So, ipso facto, Emmit's death is more tragic than the death of a wastrel.
Gloria Burgle: That's... you can't believe that.
V.M. Varga: Oh, it's true. it's true whether I believe it or not.

Gloria Burgle: Let me tell you what's going to happen next. Three agents from Homeland Security are gonna put handcuffs on you and take you to Riker's, and then we're gonna charge you with felony money laundering and six counts of conspiracy to commit murder. And then I'm gonna go home to my son. It's his birthday tomorrow. I promised I'd take him to the state fair. You ever guess a pig's weight, or eat a deep-fried Snickers bar? There's no better way to spend a Saturday in this, our great American experiment. So while you're eating mashed potatoes from a box in a dark room, think of me among the amber waves of grain.

Long pause

V.M. Varga: No. That's not what gonna happen next. What's gonna happen next is this: in five minutes, that door is going to open, and a man you can't argue with will tell me I'm free to go. And I will stand up from this chair and disappear into the world, so help me God.
Gloria Burgle: Riker's and Snickers bars. You'll see.
V.M. Varga: Tsk tsk tsk. Agent Burgle. Gloria. Trust me. The future is certain. And when it comes, you will know without question your place in the world. Until then, we've said all there is to say. Any further debate will be simply wasting our breath - and if there's one thing I can't abide, it's waste. Goodbye.

Season 4[edit]

Welcome to the Alternate Economy [4.01][edit]

Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: Frederick Douglass once intoned, "I stand before you as a thief and a robber. I stole this head, these limbs, this body from my master and I ran off with them." My point being, the moment our feet touched American soil, we were already criminals.

Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: Webster's defines "assimilation" as "the process of becoming similar to something". But imbibing these words, dear reader, we are forced to ask, similar to what? If America is a nation of immigrants, then how does one become American?

Oraetta Mayflower: Oh, oh, apologies.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: What?
Oraetta Mayflower: Oh, I was simply excusing myself. I’m not normally this out of sorts.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: It’s a funeral. People cry at funerals.
Oraetta Mayflower: Ah, amen. Those are wise words for a person of your complexion. But then I’ve noticed your people are often more in touch with your spiritual side and emotional side.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: My people?
[Oraetta snorts cocaine]
Oraetta Mayflower: The Negro. It’s a Baptist fervor, I’d wager, what causes them to hoot and tumble to the floor, aflush with the Holy Spirit.
Thurman Smutny: Miss Mayflower, I see you’ve met my daughter, Ethelrida.
Oraetta Mayflower: Your daughter?
Thurman Smutny: The one and only. Ethelrida, this is Miss Mayflower. She’s a nurse at St. Bartholomew.
[A confused Oraetta looks at the white Thurman and dark-skinned Oraetta]
Oraetta Mayflower: Oh yeah. Huh! Yes, now I see it. This child is certainly the product of miscegentation.
Thurman Smutny: Uh, if by that you mean she’s the spitting image of her father, then I take that as a compliment.
Oraetta Mayflower: Your mother must be quite dark-skinned. As I’ve noticed in my study of the human animal, that in the combination of races, it is de rigueur for the more extreme coloration to prevail.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: I’m going to the kitchen.
Oraetta Mayflower: It was very nice to meet you! Lovely. Well, I best be going.

Loy Cannon: This is my associate, Doctor Senator.
Clayton Winckle: You're a doctor?
Doctor Senator: No, sir. Name's Doctor. Doctor Senator. It was my mother's idea.
Clayton Winckle: And what was her name?
Doctor Senator: Ma'am.

Josto Fadda: You got a funny way of talking.
Oraetta Mayflower: Yep. I'm from Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes.
Josto Fadda: No, I mean you use big words.
Oraetta Mayflower: Well, I've found in my 36 years on God's green Earth that it's absolutely critical to be precise in your use of language so as to avoid instances of misreckoning.

The Land of Taking and Killing [4.02][edit]

Zelmare Roulette: Looks like you done well for yourself these years I've been away.
Dibrell Smutny: You ain't getting no handout.
Zelmare Roulette: Listen at you, acting like the big sister. Wasn't asking for money. Swanee and I got prospects.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: What kind of prospects?
Swanee Capps: Bank robbing. [Swanee makes a finger gun gesture] Pa-choo, pa-choo.

Loy Cannon: They feeding you?
Satchel Cannon: Mostly peanut butter.
Loy Cannon: Where do you sleep?
Rabbi Milligan: He's got a room on the third floor with me.
Loy Cannon: You seeing to his education?
Rabbi Milligan: I'm teaching him how the world works.
Loy Cannon: And how's that?
Rabbi Milligan: It's dog eat dog.
Loy Cannon: That's how dogs work. Men are more complicated.
Rabbi Milligan: Not in my experience.

Milvin Gillis: Am I getting fucked here?
Josto Fadda: Slow your roll.
Milvin Gillis: 'Cause the only reason I'm letting my daughter marry some guinea greaser is that I got ambitions: political, financial...
Josto Fadda: And here I am, hopelessly in love.
Milvin Gillis: Go fuck a state park! You ain't getting a piece of the Gillis legacy until I got assurances you can deliver votes. Mayors don't elect themselves and elections aren't free.
Josto Fadda: Dad? Can I call you dad? My pop didn't claw his way out of the plebian dynasty so that his sons could end up in middle management. You want to be mayor? I want my kids to be president. So I'll get you your votes and your, uh, bustarella. But first I'm gonna slow-pump some babies into your daughter one at a time and twice on Sundays. Now get a drink. And try the calzone! They're a riot.

Zelmare Roulette: [regarding Oraetta] That is one weird white lady.

Doctor Senator: We haven't met. I'm Doctor Senator. [Doctor reaches his hand out but Gaetano refuses to shake it] You got to give respect to get respect.
Gaetano Fadda: Is that why you Americans are so soft? All this giving and getting? [in Italian] It's all shit. [in English] In the land of taking and killing, Gaetano is king.
[A captive bolt pistol goes off and everyone aims their guns]
Doctor Senator: Easy. A deal was made. On high. Wednesday, last. [Gaetano seems taken aback] Oh, well, this might be a news flash for his majesty! A deal between Fadda the senior and my man, Cannon. Mm-hmm. Territory was allotted from your organization to the Negro syndicate. Given! Well, this is us, come to collect.
Constant Calamita: That sound like mulignan bullshit to me.
Doctor Senator: [to Gaetano] Am I talking to you or him? [Another captive bolt pistol goes off and everyone raises their guns again] Easy. [in Italian] Your father made a deal. [in English] If you can't respect that, then we can't respect anything.
Gaetano Fadda: Very clever, these words you hide behind. How do you think your words will taste, spit from the mouth of the wolf? Hm? Muscle and bone. This is the power. Not all your... [Gaetano makes the yapping gesture with his hand and sits down in a chair] If this is a misunderstanding, let us see. You take your men, go home. I talk to my brother, feel if this is what you say, and if so... [Gaetano stands up and presents the chair] But if no? [Gaetano elbows Leon in the face. Leon raises his gun]
Doctor Senator: Happy's cousin! Easy, Happy's cousin.
Gaetano Fadda: [in Italian] All right?
Doctor Senator: Molto bene. But remember: we'll be back. Because y'all just got here yesterday. But we're part of this land, like the wind and the dirt.

Raddoppiarlo [4.03][edit]

Dick "Deafy" Wickware: Captain Hanhuck, I can safely say you blasphemy more than any man I've ever met. And I've been to Cleveland.

Doctor Senator: I was in the legal corps. Army. Pushing papers. After the ceasefire, they send me to Nuremberg for the trials. Last Negro in Germany, I'd imagine. You ever heard of "Double V"? It's what they sold us. Mm-hmm. Fight for our country and we get two victories: one for America and one for we sons of servitude. No more lynchings. No more blackjacks at the polls. So they send me to Nuremberg and this colonel tells me he's got a big job for me. Says, "You're gonna interview Hermann Goring, the Reichsmarschall himself." Says, "Days, weeks, however it long it takes to get him to talk." Says, "I need you, Doctor Senator, Esquire, to use your training, your skills to build the People's case." Well now, what is that if not the double victory, hm? So I sit with the man for six weeks, eight hours a day, six days a week and we get into it. The first two weeks, he just stares at me, murder in his eyes. But I use my wiles. You know, appeal to his ego, get him talking. Ah, soon he won't shut up. Bragging about every little thing, and I type it down and write it up for the colonel word for word. I spend two weeks crafting my conclusion, my analysis of international law. Then, one Sunday morning, after services, I knock on the colonel's door and I give him my report. You know what he does? Throws it in the trash. Yeah. 400 pages with footnotes. Throws it it in the trash and says, "I just wanted to make that old Nazi squirm having to answer to a Negro." So you say respect the deal? Excuse me if I say our word is exactly as good as yours. The slaughterhouses, they belong to us. Deal or no deal. You can call it the cost of transition.

Satchel Cannon: Are you Jewish?
Rabbi Milligan: No.
Satchel Cannon: Then how come they call you Rabbi? Isn't a Rabbi a Jewish priest?
Rabbi Milligan: You ever play poker? [Satchel shakes his head] But you know there's a game called poker, played with cards. Well, there's this saying in poker: "You play the hand you're dealt." You and me, we're proof of that. You see, when yours truly was a boy, he had the same thing happen to him, what happened to you.
Satchel Cannon: You got traded?
Rabbi Milligan: What?
Satchel Cannon: From baseball. That's what my daddy said. I got traded to another team.
Rabbi Milligan: Exactly. I got traded twice. Except, well, for you, you get to go back to your original team one day.
Satchel Cannon: Is this your original team?
Rabbi Milligan: No. My team was shite.

Loy Cannon: What you need, son?
Dwayne: Just rub some coins together, that's all. Just a cup of joe.
Loy Cannon: Cup of joe? That's why your eyes so runny? Too much Sanka? Let me see what I got for you. [Loy pulls out a roll of cash which Dwayne stares at in awe; Loy turns to Lemuel] You see that? What happened to his face when I pull out my roll? What do we call that, Doctor?
Doctor Senator: We call that the blight.
Loy Cannon: The blight. See, five seconds ago this young hustler was fingering the holes in his pocket, living the now. But then he sees this and he starts to dream. "With that much cash, I can make plans! Turn my shit around!" Right? So now he's planning months into the future, sees himself all cleaned up, fine girl on his arm. Then what do you know? He ain't even colored no more. He's J.P. fucking Morgan. An American success story. But watch this.
[Loy puts the money back into his pocket]
Dwayne: [lunging for the money] Hey, hey, hey!
[Loy's entourage holds Dwayne back]
Loy Cannon: You see that? I just stole from that man. Forget it weren't his money. Just seeing that much scratch, he made a future for himself. And I took that from him.
Dwayne: So...am I getting paid or...?
Loy Cannon: Get the fuck out of here.
Dwayne: That ain't right! That ain't right!

Omie Sparkman: Girl, you got a panty on your head.

The Pretend War [4.04][edit]

Ebal Violante: When I first come to America, I know nothing. How to dress, what to eat. I sleep in a closet with a stuck hanger in my jacket so I don't fall down. On the street, I hear this phrase. You know this phrase: American values. And I think what does it mean? Financial values, I understand. Money, what a thing is worth. Human values, this also makes sense. The things we love. Family, i bambini. But this American values, land of the free, home of the brave. This I don't know. And then I learn the history of this country. Your slavery, the smallpox in the blankets, how you stole the land from the natives. And I realize to be an American is to pretend. Capisce? You pretend to be one thing when really you are something else. And I can do that. Lie. Hide. But what I will not do is pretend we are at peace when really we are at war. Are we at war?
Doctor Senator: Not yet, but we're trying real hard.

Loy Cannon: How many?
Doctor Senator: 300 semiautomatic. Out of New York. So either the Faddas are going into the gun business now or they're going to war with us.
Loy Cannon: Sell 200 to Mort Kellerman.
Doctor Senator: Out of Fargo?
Loy Cannon: Tell him he can have them at cost, but he owes us devotion.

Josto Fadda: My brother's in from the old country, breaking balls.
Oraetta Mayflower: Ah, excuse you, Mr. Potty Mouth.
Josto Fadda: Sorry. It's just I swear I could kill that guy.
Oraetta Mayflower: Your brother?
Josto Fadda: No. Doctor at the hospital. Stuffed shirt, thinks he shits cornflakes. Harvard.
Oraetta Mayflower: Goodness. Your mind's a clutter of grievances. Here I am talking about waterfalls and you're making a list of nemeses.
Josto Fadda: Friends or enemies. That's the world, hm?
Oraetta Mayflower: Oraetta Mayflower's enemy to no man.
Josto Fadda: You're a dame. Where I come from, we sleep with one eye open and a razor in our teeth. You got any more of that fluffy whiz bang? Get my head on straight?
Oraetta Mayflower: And here I thought you liked me for my vocabulary.
Josto Fadda: Well, it's not your vocabulary that just took a ride in my lap.
[Josto smacks Oraetta on her behind]
Oraetta Mayflower: Hey! Rude! We fly elevated in this house, mister! Proper ladies and gentlemen, which is a lesson you should take to heart in your other lives. And you sleep with a mouthful of razors, it's your own throat that gets cut, believe you me.

Dick "Deafy" Wickware: What's the ordeal upstairs? Booze? Gambling? If a man's pud need a tug, would this be the place for said tugging?

Loy Cannon: That's a lot of greenbacks, Thurman.
Thurman Smutny: Yes, sir, it is.
Loy Cannon: Where'd you get it?
Thurman Smutny: Well, sir, I'd rather not say. [Loy stares at him] It was, uh, the loss of a loved one, if you must know. My dear Uncle Boolie. He passed last week, left me this money, and since you were nice enough to give us that loan, I figured I should bring it you straight away.
Loy Cannon: So he left you this bag of cash. Your uncle...what was it?
Thurman Smutny: Boolie. No, sir. His bequeathment came in check form. Uh, I just figured cash should be easier for you.
Loy Cannon: Thurman, Thurman. Always thinking. I got to tell you, I can't remember the last time a white man tried to make my life easier.
Thurman Smutny: Well, here's me, then.
Loy Cannon: Here's you. [Loy takes a long, suspicious stare at Thurman, making Thurman nervous] Well, okay! Thanks for stopping by.
Thurman Smutny: Okay then. [Thurman stands up] That's...hoo! I got to say, I really thought you were gonna shoot me there, money or no.
Loy Cannon: I thought about it.
Thurman Smutny: [chuckling nervously] I'm gonna go now.
Loy Cannon: Good choice.
[Thurman heads to the door, then turns around]
Thurman Smutny: You have a lovely home. Uh...
Loy Cannon: Leave now.

The Birthplace of Civilization [4.05][edit]

Thurman Smutny: Listen, this Miss Mayflower. She's....she's not really...I mean, I'm sure she's real nice, but she's not someone you should be hanging around, huh? We got a real precarious situation here, living outside the law and all, so... Not to mention, I think she might've poisoned that pie she baked us. Anyway, steer clear.

Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: Aunt Zelmare, what would you do if you saw something wrong? Something you could fix?
Zelmare Routlette: Nothing.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: What do you mean?
Zelmare Routlette: I mean nothing.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: Because you're a criminal?
Zelmare Routlette: I ain't a criminal.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: You're innocent, you're saying?
Zelmare Routlette: Girl, I ain't been innocent since Uncle Charlie cornered me in the shed when I was nine.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: Then I don't understand.
Swanee Capps: She's saying we ain't criminals. We're outlaws.
Zelmare Routlette: See, criminals play the game.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: What game?
Swanee Capps: Life. The earth.
Zelmare Routlette: Society, right? They got their rules. Banking and family. An honest dollar for an honest day's work. Politics and voting. And the criminal, he on the other side of that, but still he play the game. And if he plays it long enough, he even starts to talk about going legit.
Swanee Capps: The outlaw, on the other hand...
Zelmare Routlette: The outlaw, on the other hand, well, we reject the game. Society. Ain't nothing organized about our crime 'cause our crime is freedom.
Swanee Capps: No rules.
Zelmare Routlette: And nothing's ever broke and there ain't nothing to fix.
Swanee Capps: All we want is to live while we're alive and die with a gun in our hands.
Zelmare Routlette: You a bit of an outlaw.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: Me?
Zelmare Routlette: Yeah. Your mama sees it, too. In the eyes. That's why she say, "Keep away."
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: I'm not an outlaw.
Swanee Capps: Then which are you - a convict or a square?
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: I'm not either one of those things.
Zelmare Routlette: What are you then?
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: I'm Ethelrida Pearl Smutny. One of a kind.

Loy Cannon: I just came home to change my shirt.
Narcissa Rivers: Mmhmm.
Loy Cannon: What? [to Buell] What's wrong with her? Where you off to?
Buell Cannon: They arrested your son.
Loy Cannon: I know. I'm handling it.
Buell Cannon: The same way you're handling your other son, lives in an attic with an Irishman?
Loy Cannon: Come on now, we talked about that.
Buell Cannon: We did, and there he is, eating someone else's food still.
Narcissa Rivers: Mmhmm.
Loy Cannon: Doc's gonna bail the boy out this morning. He got his bell rung pretty good, but he's alright.
Buell Cannon: I'll get him.
Loy Cannon: He's not the only boy I got in there. They all need bailing out. Now, Doc's gonna sort it.
Buell Cannon: You best get out of my way.
Narcissa Rivers: Mmhmm.
Loy Cannon: [to Narcissa] You got something to say to me?
Buell Cannon: Don't take this out on mama.
Loy Cannon: You ain't going down there.
Buell Cannon: Loy Cannon, you know better than to come between a mother and her child.
Loy Cannon: I'm handling it.
Buell Cannon: Oh, you handling it. Well, send a letter to the Pope! You hear that, mama? Daddy's handling it!
Narcissa Rivers: Mmhmm.
Buell Cannon: I got two baby girls upstairs sleeping. You're gonna handle them, too? Maybe into the hospital or the cemetery? Pretty soon, all we're gonna have around here is a house full of clothes.
Loy Cannon: I said I'm....You like that coat you're wearing? The food you're eating? [to Narcissa] How about you, your majesty? You like the view from your room? Your fancy blankets? Where do you think all that comes from? [to Buell] The razor's edge! What, we're supposed to get rich and stay rich? How? By saying our prayers? The boy went to the club and the bulls lit him up. You act like that can't happen just walking down the street. Acting like the I'm the villain when all I do is fight for this family! You don't like how it's going? You scared to take the risk? Too bad. We're on the ride now, and we can't get off until the roller coaster stops! Now take off your damn coat and get me some fucking coffee! [Buell takes off her coat and slowly walks away. Loy turns to Narcissa] Can I get a "mmhmm?"
Narcissa Rivers: Hmph.

Josto Fadda: You know why America loves a crime story? Because America is a crime story. But here's the rub. When we hear a crime story, who do we root for? Not the poor sap that got taken, the victim. No. We root for the taker. The guy with the gat. [Josto imitates shooting a machine gun at the Cannon enforcers] See, this country loves a man who takes what he wants. Unless...unless that man looks like you. Capisce? See, Johnny Society looks at me, they see a fella who's using crime to get ahead. But you? All they see is crime. And that's why you're gonna lose. 'Cause I can take all the money and pussy I want and still run for president. But you? It's always gonna be the rope. Tell him it's time to surrender.

Doctor Senator: [final words] Like I tried to tell you, I don't know how they do it in your country, but here in America, respect is earned. Ebal, he earned my respect. But you? You... You're just boys making a mess that one day I'm gonna have to clean up. [Doctor stands and heads for the exit, paying the waitress] Thanks for the coffee, Nadine.

Camp Elegance [4.06][edit]

Loy Cannon: I'm losing this war, Odis. People are being taken from me. People I trust. Things I've earned. You see, I'm not just fighting a few Italians. I'm fighting 400 years of history. I'm fighting a mindset. [Loy notices a large set of Hummel figurines] You like those dolls, huh? You collect 'em?
Odis Weff: I, uh...
Loy Cannon: How do you think they feel, being owned? Imagine if these dolls rose up and became citizens of this apartment. Imagine if they asked for equal rights? You might say, "Man, fuck these dolls. I'm gonna crush these dolls, thinking they all human, thinking they equal." 'Cause that's your mindset. And look, maybe you feel like these Italians own you, but you got no idea what it feels like to be actual owned, to be property. Until now. 'Cause I own you. You're gonna help me win this war or I'm gonna put you in the ground, you hear me?
Odis Weff: Yeah, yes, I hear you.
Loy Cannon: Good. We'll be in touch.

Loy Cannon: Now, you can say your whole life is just a series of mistakes. No big deal. But Doctor Senator? Now that's the one that got you killed.

Oraetta Mayflower: Dr. Harvard, I can assure you Oraetta Mayflower is a Christian citizen of the highest character. I'm unsure even of the spelling of the word "crime".

Antoon Dumini: The Americans, when they capture me, I was cooking my belt.
Satchel Cannon: Your belt?
Antoon Dumini: I already eat my shoes. Monte Cassino. They send me here, to Kansas. Did you know they bring war prisoners here? I think I was dead. A corpse, they shipped. A skeleton. It was the food, the smell, that bring me back. Fields of corn, bread for every meal. Land of plenty. That's in the Constitution. Every day the sun come out. That big, yellow American sun. It make me grow again, like a winter weed. And then, I am alive again. I took the blood oath, carve my name on the stone there. "Antoon Dumini, American." This I would become.

Rabbi Milligan: You hurt?
Satchel Cannon: No. I-Is he dead?
Rabbi Milligan: Yes, but don't look away. This is what men do. Snap out of it. We have to go. It's war now, for real. You're not safe here.
Satchel Cannon: Home?
Rabbi Milligan: You're not safe there, either. You trust me? [Satchel nods] I never got to choose. A child soldier, that's what they made me. But that's not gonna happen to you. Understand?
Satchel Cannon: I think so.
Rabbi Milligan: So we're gonna find someplace quiet, wait 'til the dust settles, and if you want to go home - if that's your choice - I'll take you home. Understand?
Satchel Cannon: I'm scared.
Rabbi Milligan: Me too.


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