Hiya, Norm. How ya doin', Margie? How's the fricasse? Pretty darn good, ya want some? No,...

Officer Olson: Hiya, Norm. How ya doin', Margie? How's the fricasse? Marge Gunderson: Pretty darn good, ya want some? Officer Olson: No, I gotta - hey, Norm, I thought you were goin' fishin' up at Mille Lacs? Norm Gunderson: Yah, after lunch.

Hi, Norm. How you doing, Margie? How's the fricassee? Pretty darn good. You want some? Oh, no. I got... Hey, Norm, I thought you was going ice fishing up at Mille Lacs. Yeah. After lunch. What you got there? The numbers you asked for. Calls made from the lobby pay phone at the Blue Ox. Two to Minneapolis that night. First one's a trucking company and second one's a private residence, a Shep Proudfoot. A What? Shep Proudfoot. That's a name.