The Myth of Sisyphus

Fargo 2×3

& Milligan: So we kill ’em.
    Joe Bulo: Maybe. If the market says kill ’em, we kill ’em. The market says offer more money, we offer more money. Whatever the pluses and minuses dictate.

& Ben Schmidt: Dieter— that’s Otto’s dad— started running booze during prohibition, ended up building a truckin’ empire. 1951, he gets 19 bullets in the head. That’s when the son, Otto, he takes over, which is like— the good news is, World War I is over. The bad news is, «Say to hello to Adolf Hitler.»

& Ben Schmidt: So when you put a dead judge, the Gerhardt family, and some hitters from Kansas in a bag together, I go back to thinking it might be best just to confess to the crime myself— go live a long life in a cell somewhere with hot and cold running water.

& Hank: Yeah, I’m inclined to agree with Peggy. It’s not like you’re gonna just drive home with a Gerhardt in your windshield and, you know, start supper.

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& Skip: Like, I said, I— you know— there’s some appointments.
    Simone: Sucks to your appointments. I say... let’s have some fun. What do you say, red man? Should we have some fun?
    Hanzee: You betcha.

& Peggy: I mean, what are the odds? Black ice and you doing a 180, hitting a tree with the back? You could run that scenario 1,000 times and never end up with these circumstances.
    Ed: Yeah, I got it right the second time, though.
    Peggy: Yeah, you did...

& Dodd: You okay, Ma?
    Floyd: Maude Schmidt’s boy here is trying to tell me your brother killed a judge.
    Dodd: Nobody killed a judge. We own all the judges. What’d be the point of killing one?

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