Carl Showalter: That's it, then. You can have my truck. I'm takin' the Ceira.
Gaear Grimsrud: We split that.
Carl Showalter: [pause] How'dya split a fucking car, ya dummy? With a fucking chainsaw?
Gaear Grimsrud: One of us pays the other for half.
Carl Showalter: Hold on! No fucking way! You fuckin' notice this? I got fuckin' shot! I got fuckin' shot in the face! I went and got the fuckin' money; I got shot fuckin' picking it up. I've been up for thirty-six fucking hours! I'm taking' that fuckin' car! That fucker's mine! You fucking asshole!
[as usual, no response from Grimsrud]
Carl Showalter: You know, I've been listening to your fuckin' bullshit all week. Are we square?
[no response, staring at TV]
Carl Showalter: Are WE square? Yeah, ya fuckin' mute. And if you see your friend Shep Proudfoot, tell him I'm gonna nail his fuckin' ass!
[exits angrily toward the Ciera; Grimsrud follows him out the door with axe in hand]
Carl Showalter: [Showalter turns, sees Grimsrud striding toward him, axe raised] Oh no! Aaaaaah!
[Grimsrud strikes him with axe]