Somebody to Love

Fargo 3×10

& V.M. Varga: That’s right. Just a few more. We’re nearly done here.

& Gloria: Say that name again.
    Dollard: Uh, V.M. Varga? I’m not sure what the «V.M.» stands for.
    Gloria: Don’t move. I’ll be right there.

& Nikki: Two hearts, three clubs, four spades, five no trump.

& V.M. Varga: You should be happy, Mr. Stussy. Your first action item is complete. The accumulation of wealth.

& Emmit: I’m just so tired.
    V.M. Varga: It’s 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.

& V.M. Varga: Are you a fan of progress, Mr. Stussy? Technology?.. You know, in the old days, only the strong were rich. It was all a question of how much you could carry. But then the Medicis invented banks, and wealth and pornography. This is what drives innovation.

& Gloria: It was her... Connecting the dots, Nikki Swango.
    Winnie: Why would she?
    Gloria: They killed her man.

& Nikki: Are you as low as you can go?
    Emmit: What?
    Nikki: I asked if you still feel you’ve got room to fall, or whether this is bottom.

& Nikki: He’s a kitten now, Ray. In case you were wondering.

& Nikki: «Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, sayeth...»
    Emmit: What?
    Nikki: «Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, sayeth...»

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& Gloria: And I wanna say more, I do, but there’s violence to knowing the world isn’t what you thought. And you’re just a boy...
    Nathan: I’m 13 now.
    Gloria: You’re still a boy. You’ve got your whole life to be grown, only a few more years to be young.

& Gloria: For now, just know that sometimes the world doesn’t make a lot of sense. But how we get through it is, we stick together. Okay?

& V.M. Varga: Ah, the nation state defending its borders. And me, a simple salesman.
    Gloria: What do you sell, Mr...
    V.M. Varga: Rand. Daniel. I sell accounting software.

& V.M. Varga: Are you familiar with the Russian saying, «the past is unpredictable»?

& V.M. Varga: Pitchfork peasants.
    Gloria: 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 the humans. But a deadbeat on welfare? Well, they have negative value. So, ipso facto, Emmit’s death is more tragic than the death of a wasteling.
    Gloria: That’s... You can’t believe that.
    V.M. Varga: Oh, it’s true. It’s true whether I believe it or not.

& Gloria: 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.

& V.M. Varga: 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 would be simply wasting our breath. And if there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s waste. Goodbye.

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