Scamming greedy opulences
ramming speed! No consequences;
tearing down and tearing up,
bite the Baron’s buttercup!
Like lichen o’er the hill, there goes
his glasses, rolling down his nose!
Who really knows what dreams may come?
Shakespeare, and that other one.
This spinning marble keeps on sinning,
this sinning marvel keeps on spinning.
Blue eyes see blue skies,
and I am left to wonder why…
– Kurt Poleet
Carl Showalter: Would it… kill you to say something? “No.” That’s the first thing you’ve said in the last four hours. That’s a… that’s fountain of conversation, man. That’s a geyser. I mean, whoa daddy! Stand back, man. Shit. I’m sitting here driving. Doing all the driving, man. The whole fucking way from Brainard driving. Just trying to… chat, you know. Keep our spirits up, fight the boredom of the road, and you can’t say one fucking thing just in the way of conversation. Oh fuck it. I don’t have to talk to you either, man. See how you like it. Just total fucking silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We’ll just see how you like it. Total silence. – Fargo