Daily Dialogue — September 15, 2011
Carl Showalter: Who the fuck are you?
[Wade doesn’t answer]
Carl Showalter: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
Wade Gustafson: I got your damn money; now where’s my daughter?
Carl Showalter: I am through fuckin’ around here. Drop that fuckin’ briefcase!
Wade Gustafson: Where’s my daughter?
Carl Showalter: Fuck you, man! Where’s Jerry? I gave simple fuckin’ instructions.
Wade Gustafson: Where’s my damn daughter? No Jean, no money!
Carl Showalter: Drop that fuckin’ money!
Wade Gustafson: No Jean, no money!
Carl Showalter: Is this a fuckin’ joke here?
[Carl shoots Wade, who sinks to his knees and falls back]
Wade Gustafson: Oooh, Jeez.
Carl Showalter: Happy now, asshole? What’s with you people? Ya fuckin’ imbeciles!
[Carl reaches for the briefcase, Wade shoots him in the face, grazing his cheek.]
Carl Showalter: Ah! You fuckin’ shot me!
[He shoots Wade 6 more times, screams, kicks Wade twice.]
— Carl Showalter (Steve Buscemi), Wade Gustafson (Harve Presnell), Fargo (1996), written by Joel Coen & Ethan Coen
For the actual scene, go here.
The Daily Dialogue theme for the week is screamfest. Fargo suggested by Francisco Magdaraog.
Trivia: Joel Coen had Frances McDormand and John Carroll Lynch conceive a back-story for their characters to get the feel of them. They decided that Norm and Marge met while working on the police force, and when they were married, they had to choose which one had to quit. Since Marge was a better officer, Norm quit and took up painting.
Dialogue On Dialogue: As an experiment, here is the dialogue with all the F-words omitted:
Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?
I got your damn money; now where’s my daughter?
I am through [messing] around here. Drop that briefcase!
Where’s my daughter?
Screw you, man! Where’s Jerry? I gave simple instructions.
Where’s my damn daughter? No Jean, no money!
Drop that money!
No Jean, no money!
Is this a joke here?
[Carl shoots Wade, who sinks to his knees and falls back]
Oooh, Jeez.
Happy now, asshole? What’s with you people? Ya’ imbeciles!
[Carl reaches for the briefcase, Wade shoots him in the face, grazing his cheek.]
Carl Showalter: Ah! You shot me!
Somehow it just doesn’t have the ring of authenticity, does it?