I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake

Mr. Mohra: So, I'm tendin' bar there at Ecklund and Swedlin's last Tuesday and this little guy's drinkin' and he says, "So where can a guy find some action? I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake." And I says, "What kinda action?" and he says, "Woman action, what do I look like?" And I says, "Well, what do I look like, I don't arrange that kinda thing," and he says, "I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake," and I says, "Well, this ain't that kinda place."
Officer Olson: Uh-huh.
Mr. Mohra: So he says, "So I get it, so you think I'm some kinda jerk for askin'," only he doesn't use the word jerk.
Officer Olson: I understand.
Mr. Mohra: And then he calls me a jerk and says the last guy who thought he was a jerk was dead now. So I don't say nothin' and he says, "What do ya think about that?" So I says, "Well, that don't sound like too good a deal for him then."
Officer Olson: Ya got that right.
Mr. Mohra: And he says, "Yah, that guy's dead and I don't mean of old age." And then he says, "Geez, I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake."
Officer Olson: White Bear Lake?
Mr. Mohra: Well, Ecklund & Swedlin's, that's closer ta Moose Lake, so I made that assumption.
Officer Olson: Oh sure.
Mr. Mohra: So, ya know, he's drinkin', so I don't think a whole great deal of it, but Mrs. Mohra heard about the homicides down here and she thought I should call it in, so I called it in. End o' story.
Officer Olson: What'd this guy look like anyway?
Mr. Mohra: Oh, he was a little guy. Kinda funny lookin'.
Officer Olson: Uh-huh. In what way?
Mr. Mohra: Oh, just in a general kinda way.

Bravo aired it last weekend. :)

I used to live about a mile away from the dealership Jerry Lundegaard worked at. In fact, I bought my last car from them (Rudy Luther, in Golden Valley, MN). I also used to go to the Embers restaurant where Wade and Jerry met with the banker to discuss the ransom. Sug and I drove by there last November when she visited.

I was just thinking about how bloody cold it is here today (high of -5° with a windchill of -30°) and thought I'd toss this out.

:rofl:

I actually saw that movie for the FIRST time last November (sad, and I'm from MN!) and I laughed my ass off at that part! :rofl: I know...I'm a bad Minnesotan.

That is now one of my favorite movies of all time!

He's one of the founders of the Jungle Theater in Mpls, IIRC. He's still around and turns up in the paper once in awhile.

IMHO Fargo is one of the best movies that depicts the odd upper-midwestern subculture.

From the hookers description of the same character.

Not the sexiest thing for a partner to say.

Do not piss off an ex-con Indian auto mechanic, especially if he's bigger than you.

I love this fucking movie so damn much!!! I have seen it a bazillion times! :rofl: :rofl:

oops i meant to respond to the original post. OH WELL.

Tell me you did that for me, and I'll be yours forever!!!!

:bounce: :bounce:

because I KNEW you would love it!

Nice place, huh? ;)

Mr. Mohra: And then he calls me a jerk and says the last guy who thought he was a jerk was dead now. So I don't say nothin' and he says, "What do ya think about that?" So I says, "Well, that don't sound like too good a deal for him then."
Officer Olson: Ya got that right.


:rofl: :loveya:

You HAVE to come visit this summer, so we can drive through Brainerd on the way to my family reunion. You will LAUGH your butt off, I promise! :loveha: :*

My dad grew up in Montana and North Dakota, and throughout that entire movie he kept pointing at the screen between guffaws and declaring "They really talk like that!"

It's not just the accents, it's the bizarre way conversations never seem to actually go anywhere. Seeing that movie made me understand why pops never wanted to move back despite the beauty of the landscape.

Mr. Mohra reminds me of many uncles I have that live up in that area. Same accent, same vocal mannerisms, same kind of conversation that wanders around but doesn't go anywhere.

And if your pops needs to practice up for return visits, he can always get a copy of this:


Yes, it exists. And it's spot-on, too.

End of story.

"What the heck do ya mean?!?"

Oh, wait. Where have I heard that before?

:rofl:

you've got a wonderful soulmate like you in my life :loveya:

*cough* to my freepers-heads-exploding thread *cough* *cough* 2 noms, too; isn't that nice?

because I'll give it one, yknow...

intercourse....

:rofl: :patriot:

No I suppose you think I'm some kinda jerk or something

here's a pic of Mr. Mohra talking to the Deputy:

Oh god I love that movie. The only problem is, after I see it, I start talkin' like dem folks up there, dontcha know.

If the characters are supposed to sound like us, then why do I hear their accent? They all sound funny to me, but I'm a Minnesotan, so they should just sound like my neighbors, right? right?

Believe me, I know native Minnesotans who talk a lot like Mr. Mohra (several of my uncles from up around Bemidji/Red Lake talk like that). However, they talk nothing like people who live in the Twin Cities, for the most part. But they do sound an awful lot like my ex-brothers-in-law, who are all country boys from southern MN.

who sound just like that. But the funny thing is my grandma don't sound anything like that, and she's from there.

and the rest of the rels live in the country?

They're all from Duluth, but Grandma left MN when she was 18. :shrug:

It's a very nice place in the Summer, but winters there are brutal. Nice accents though :7

talked very much like that, especially my gramma. But you're right - Jerry Lundegaard and his wife -Twin Citians - shouldn't have been talking like that. Except the movie would have been less entertaining if the accent hadn't been exaggerated for effect.

Every time I think of that movie, I miss Wally McCarthy's.

By the way - a major character in that movie shares my very Norwegian last name.

But they did nail the rural ones pretty well. :hi:

:hurts:

but you really need to hear it in order to get it.