Lou Solverson: Gotta ask you your business here.
Mike Milligan: Maybe I'm the owner.
Lou Solverson: Nope. Met the owner this mornin'.
Mike Milligan: Is that right? Maybe tell us where he is. Make a few bucks.
Lou Solverson: I was gonna ask you the same. Say, you wouldn't by any chance be Mike Milligan and the Kitchen brothers, would ya?
Mike Milligan: You make us sound like a prog rock band. "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Mike Milligan and the Kitchen Brothers."
[Gale Kitchen pulls a shotgun on Lou]
Mike Milligan: Double Whoops.
Lou Solverson: [raises his own gun] Easy.
Mike Milligan: [mocking Minnesota accent] Minnesota cop. You do know you're in North Dakota, right?
Lou Solverson: Must have got lost on the way to the lake.
Mike Milligan: So, where'd you say you saw old Skip?
Lou Solverson: At your mother's house. I think goin' in the back door.
Mike Milligan: [to Gale Kitchen] I like him.
[turns back to Lou]
Mike Milligan: I like you. Met another fella from Minnesota yesterday. Big guy. Sheriff, I think. I liked him, too.
Lou Solverson: We're a very friendly people.
Mike Milligan: No, that's not it. Pretty unfriendly, actually. But it's the way you're unfriendly - how you're so polite about it. Like you're doing me a favor.