Twin Peaks, Season 2

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Hello again. Can you see through a wall? Can you see through human skin? X-rays see through solid, or so-called solid objects. There are things in life that exist, and yet our eyes cannot see them. Have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see? Why are some things kept from our vision? Is life a puzzle? I am filled with questions. Sometimes my questions are answered. In my heart, I can tell if the answer is correct. I am my own judge. In a dream, are all the characters really you? Different aspects of you? Do answers come in dreams? One more thing: I grew up in the woods. I understand many things because of the woods. Trees standing together, growing alongside one another, providing so much. I chew pitch gum. On the outside, let's say of the ponderosa pine, sometimes pitch oozes out. Runny pitch is no good to chew. Hard, brittle pitch is no good. But in between there exists a firm, slightly crusted pitch with such a flavor. This is the pitch I chew.

Dr. Jacoby:
It was her you see. The necklace, a divided heart. Laura was, in fact... well she was living a double life. Two people. Yeah, but then, then when I saw her that last time she, I don't know, she seemed to have reached a kind of peace with herself. Now I believe that what she had in fact arrived at was a decision to end her life.

Sheriff Truman:
Are you saying Laura wanted to die?

Dale Cooper:
Doctor, Laura Palmer did not commit suicide.

Dr. Jacoby:
No, no, but maybe she allowed herself to be killed.

Dale Cooper:
Diane, my recorder is on the table. I'm unable to reach it at this time. I can only hope that I inadvertently pressed the voice activation button. I'm lying on the floor of my room. I've been shot. There's a great deal of pain and a fair amount of blood. Fortunately I was wearing my bulletproof vest last night per bureau regulations when working undercover. I remember folding the vest up trying to chase down a wood tick. If you can imagine the impact on your chest of three bowling balls dropped from the height of about nine feet, you might began to approximate the sensation. All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I always thought it might be. As long as you can keep the fear from your mind. But I guess you can say that about almost anything in life. Its not so bad as long as you can keep the fear from your mind.

Sheriff Truman:
Lucy, you'd better bring Agent Cooper up to date.

Lucy Moran:
Leo Johnson was shot, Jacques Renault was strangled, the mill burned, Shelley and Pete got smoke inhalation, Catherine and Josie are missing, Nadine is in a coma from taking sleeping pills.

Dale Cooper:
How long have I been out?

Sheriff Truman:
Six hours.

...

Dale Cooper:
Laura Palmer is dead. Jacques Renault is dead. Ronette Pulaski and Leo Johnson are in comas. Waldo the bird is dead. This leaves only the third man.

Dale Cooper:
Harry, when Albert finishes up at the Great Northern we'll meet back at the station. I'm ready to lay the whole thing out.

Sheriff Truman:
Rocks and bottles?

Dale Cooper:
Chalk and blackboard will be just fine.

Sheriff Truman:
Jelly donuts?

Dale Cooper:
Harry, that goes without saying.

Major Briggs [to his son Bobby]:
A vision I had in my sleep last night - as distinguished from a dream which is mere sorting and cataloguing of the day's events by the subconscious. This was a vision, fresh and clear as a mountain stream - the mind revealing itself to itself. In my vision, I was on the veranda of a vast estate, a palazzo of some fantastic proportion. There seemed to emanate from it a light from within - this gleaming radiant marble. I had known this place. I had in fact been born and raised there. This was my first return, a reunion with the deepest wellsprings of my being. Wandering about, I was happy that the house had been immaculately maintained. There had been added a number of additional rooms, but in a way it blended so seamlessly with the original construction, one would never detect any difference. Returning to the house's grand foyer, there came a knock at the door. My son was standing there. He was happy and care-free, clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy. We embraced - a warm and loving embrace, nothing withheld. We were in this moment one. My vision ended. I awoke with a tremendous of optimism and confidence in you and your future. That was my vision; it was of you. I'm so glad to have had this opportunity to share it with you. I wish you nothing but the very best, always.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] As above, so below. The human being finds himself, or herself, in the middle. There is as much space outside the human, proportionately, as inside. Stars, moons, and planets remind us of protons, neutrons, and electrons. Is there a bigger being walking with all the stars within? Does our thinking affect what goes on outside us, and what goes on inside us? I think it does. Where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe? What really is creamed corn? Is it a symbol for something else?

Dale Cooper:
Who shot me, Albert?

Albert Rosenfield:
My men are interrogating the hotel guests, the usual bumper crop of rural know-nothings and drunken fly-fishermen. Nothing so far. Oh, the world's most decrepit room service waiter remembers nothing out of the ordinary about the night in question, no surprise there. Señor Droolcup has, shall we say, a mind that wanders?

Dale Cooper:
Ronette Pulaski has woken from her coma.

Albert Rosenfield:
And?

Dale Cooper:
I'm thinking she's gonna have quite a story to tell when she regains the ability to speak.

Albert Rosenfield:
So she's not talking?

Dale Cooper:
Waking but silent. Probably shock. I'm going to show her the sketches of Leo Johnson and Bob, the man Sarah Palmer saw in her vision. The man who came to me in my dream.

Albert Rosenfield:
Has anyone seen Bob on Earth in the last few weeks?

Dale Cooper:
Buddhist tradition first came to the land of snow in the fifth century AD. The first Tibetan king to be touched by the Dharma was King Hathatha Rignamputsan. He and succeeding kings were collectively known as the Happy Generations. Now some historians place them in the Water Snake Year, 213 AD. Others in the year of the water ox, 173 AD. Amazing isn't it? The Happy Generations.

Albert Rosenfield:
Agent Cooper, I am thrilled to pieces that the Dharma came to King Ho-Ho-Ho, I really am, but right now I'm trying hard to focus on the more immediate problems of our own century right here in Twin Peaks.

Dale Cooper:
Albert, you'd be surprised at the connection between the two.

Albert Rosenfield:
[deadpan] Color me amazed.

Albert Rosenfield:
I, uh, performed the autopsy on Jacques Renault. Stomach contents revealed… let's see, beer cans, a Maryland license plate, half a bicycle tire, a goat… and a small wooden puppet. Goes by the name of Pinocchio.

Dale Cooper:
You're making a joke!

Albert Rosenfield:
I like to think of myself as one of the happy generations.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Letters are symbols. They are building blocks of words which form our languages. Languages help us communicate. Even with complicated languages used by intelligent people, misunderstanding is a common occurrence. We write things down sometimes - letters, words - hoping they will serve us and those with whom we wish to communicate. Letters and words, calling out for understanding.

Sheriff Truman:
So, what did this giant sound like, huh? I mean, did he have a big, booming voice or what?

Dale Cooper:
No, no! He spoke softly, distinctly.

Albert Rosenfield:
And you gave him the beans you were supposed to use to buy a cow.

Dale Cooper:
No, Albert! I gave him my ring.

Albert Rosenfield:
Okay. Uh, confining my conclusions to the planet Earth…

[Albert gives his forensic conclusions on an unknown perpetrator.]

Albert Rosenfield:
… and he worked with Leo Johnson, currently appearing at Calhoun Memorial Hospital as Mr. Potato Head.

Sheriff Truman:
Anything we should be working on?

Albert Rosenfield:
Yeah. You might practice walking without dragging your knuckles on the floor. Heh heh heh.

Sheriff Truman:
Albert! Let's talk about knuckles. The last time I knocked you down, I felt bad about it, the next time's gonna be a real pleasure.

Albert Rosenfield:
You listen to me. While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a naysayer and hatchet-man in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King. My concerns are global. I reject absolutely: revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method... is love. I love you Sheriff Truman.

Dale Cooper:
Albert's path is a strange and difficult one.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Miscommunication sometimes leads to arguments, and arguments sometimes lead to fights. Anger is usually present in arguments and fights. Anger is an emotion, usually classified as a negative emotion. Negative emotions can cause severe problems in our environment and to the health of our body. Happiness, usually classified as a positive emotion, can bring good health to our body, and spread positive vibrations into our environment. Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. By ill, I mean any of the following: physically ill, emotionally ill, mentally ill, and/or spiritually ill.

Lucy Moran [about Richard Tremayne]:
He had lots of coats and keeps himself and his car in great shape. Most his behavior was asinine but at least he was different.

Dale Cooper:
Are you still seeing this … Dick?

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Sometimes nature plays tricks on us and we imagine we are something other than what we truly are. Is this a key to life in general? Or the case of the two-headed schizophrenic? Both heads thought the other was following itself. Finally, when one head wasn't looking, the other shot the other right between the eyes, and, of course, killed himself.

Harold Smith:
Are you looking for secrets? Is that it? Maybe I can give you one. Do you want to know what the ultimate secret is? Laura did. The secret of knowing who killed you.

Donna Hayward:
There's things you can't get in books.

Harold Smith:
There are things you can't get anywhere… but we dream they can be found in other people.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Sometimes we want to hide from ourselves - we do not want to be us - it is too difficult to be us. It is at these times that we turn to drugs or alcohol or behavior to help us forget that we are ourselves. This of course is only a temporary solution to a problem which is going to keep returning, and sometimes these temporary solutions are worse for us than the original problem. Yes, it is a dilemma. Is there an answer? Of course there is: as a wise person said with a smile: "The answer is within the question."

Gordon Cole:
YOU'LL HAVE TO SPEAK UP. HEARING'S GONE. LONG STORY. GOT THESE THINGS CRANKED UP TO THE MAX.

Gordon Cole:
COOPER, YOU REMIND ME TODAY OF A SMALL MEXICAN CHIHUAHUA.

Dale Cooper:
What does Bob want?

The One-Armed Man:
He is Bob, eager for fun. He wears a smile. Everybody run!

Log Lady:
[voiceover] A poem as lovely as a tree: As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro. The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream. The dream of suffering and pain. Pain for the victim, pain for the inflicter of pain. A circle of pain, a circle of suffering. Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse.

Dale Cooper:
[reading Harold Smith's suicide note.] "J'ai une âme solitaire." I am a lonely soul. Poor guy.

Gordon Cole:
HEADIN' ON OVER TO BEND, OREGON. WHOLE LOTTA SHAKIN' GOING ON IN BEND!

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Food is interesting. For instance, why do we need to eat? Why are we never satisfied with just the right amount of food to maintain good health and proper energy? We always seem to want more and more. When eating too much, the proper balance is disturbed and ill health follows. Of course, eating too little food throws the balance off in the opposite direction and there is the ill health coming at us again. Balance is the key. Balance is the key to many things. Do we understand balance? The word "balance" has seven letters. Seven is difficult to balance, but not impossible if we are able to divide. There are, of course, the pros and cons of division.

Dale Cooper:
Diane... 10:00 a.m. at the Great Northern. I've just been in a hotel room with the One-armed Man... or what's left of him. In another time, another culture, he may have been a seer, a shaman priest. In our world he's a shoe salesman, and lives among the shadows.

Dale Cooper:
The trail narrows, Diane. I'm close, but the last few steps are always the darkest and most difficult.

Jerry Horne:
Sheriff… no offense, but, eh… clearly, this man's stairs do not reach the attic. Now, your 24 hours are up! You either charge my client or let him go!

Sheriff Truman:
Ben Horne, I'm charging you with the murder of Laura Palmer.

Benjamin Horne:
Yeah. Good move, Jer!

Log Lady:
[voiceover] So now the sadness comes - the revelation. There is a depression after an answer is given. It was almost fun not knowing. Yes, now we know. At least we know what we sought in the beginning. But there is still the question: why? And this question will go on and on until the final answer comes. Then the knowing is so full, there is no room for questions.

Leland Palmer:
I know that Gum. That's the kind I used to chew when I was a kid! That's my favorite gum in the world.

The Man from Another Place:
That Gum you like is going to come back in style.

Leland Palmer:
Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see, one chants out between two worlds, fire walk with me!

Dale Cooper:
The time has come for you to seek the Path. Your soul has set you face to face before the clear light ... and now you are about to experience it in its Reality, wherein all things are like the void and cloudless sky, and the naked, spotless intellect is like a transparent vacuum, without circumference or center... At this moment, know yourself and abide in that state.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Complications set in - yes, complications. How many times have we heard: 'it's simple'. Nothing is simple. We live in a world where nothing is simple. Each day, just when we think we have a handle on things, suddenly some new element is introduced and everything is complicated once again. What is the secret? What is the secret to simplicity, to the pure and simple life? Are our appetites, our desires undermining us? Is the cart in front of the horse?

Dale Cooper:
There's nothing quite like urinating in the open air.

Sheriff Truman:
If I understand law correctly, you need extradition papers in order to get a statement from me. And you need a subpoena from a judge. Now unless you gentlemen have that paperwork I suggest you take your cooperation, and stuff it.

Roger Hardy:
Dale. We've got a problem. Effective immediately, without pay, I regret to inform you of your suspension from the FBI.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Is life like a game of chess? Are our present moves important for future success? I think so. We paint our future with every present brush stroke. Painting. Colors. Shapes. Textures. Composition. Repetition of shapes. Contrast. Let nature guide us. Nature is the great teacher. Who is the principal? Sometimes jokes are welcome. Like the one about the kid who said: "I enjoyed school. It was just the principal of the thing."

Hawk:
Cooper you may be fearless in this world, but there are other worlds.

Gordon Cole:
DON'T LET'EM RATTLE YOU, COOP. THESE GUYS MAKE A LIVING LOOKING THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S DRAWERS. MAY A SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA. WE'VE ALL HAD OUR SOCKS TOSSED AROUND. CATCH YOU LATER.

Denise Bryson:
Understand we're both staying at the Great Northern. How's the food up there?

Dale Cooper:
Denise, you're in for a real surprise.

Sheriff Truman:
[to himself] So are they.

James Hurley:
I guess I'm not so interested in how my bike looks as in where it can take me.

Evelyn Marsh:
Where do you wanna go?

James Hurley:
It's not really a place its a feeling. Sometimes riding at night, I punch off the headlights and roll the throttle in just rocket blind into the dark.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Is a dog man's best friend? I had a dog. The dog was large. It ate my garden, all the plants, and much earth. The dog ate so much earth it died. Its body went back to the earth. I have a memory of this dog. The memory is all that I have left of my dog. He was black - and white.

[Dale Cooper and a real-estate agent arrive at a decrepit-looking house that Cooper is interested in buying]

Real-estate agent:
Well, it's still standing, almost by force of habit.

Dale Cooper:
A little habit can provide a strong foundation.

[Agent Bryson asks admiringly after the departing Audrey Horne.]

Dale Cooper:
Denise, I would assume you're no longer interested in girls.

Denise Bryson:
Coop, I may be wearing a dress, but I still pull my panties on one leg at a time if you know what I mean.

Dale Cooper:
Not really.

Colonel Riley:
Garland Briggs is the best pilot I've ever known. He was born with hardware most of us only dream of having. He's been walking point on this operation for three years, carrying a full pack. I'll tell you this: his disappearance has implications that go so far beyond national security the cold war seems like a case of the sniffles.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] My husband died in a fire. No one can know my sorrow. My love is gone. Yet, I feel him near me. Sometimes I can almost see him. At night when the wind blows, I think of what he might have been. Again I wonder: why? When I see a fire, I feel my anger rising. This was not a friendly fire. This was not a forest fire. It was a fire in the woods. This is all I am permitted to say.

Jean Renault:
Before you came here, Twin Peaks was a simple place. My brothers sold drugs to truck-drivers and teenagers. One-Eyed Jack's welcomed curious tourists and businessmen. Quiet people lived quiet lives. Then a pretty girl dies. And you arrive. Everything changes. My brother Bernard is shot and left to die in the woods. A grieving father smothers my surviving brother with a pillow. Arson, kidnapping. More death and destruction. Suddenly the quiet people here are no longer quiet. Their simple dreams have become a nightmare. Maybe you brought the nightmare with you. And maybe, it will die with you.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] The heart - it is a physical organ, we all know. But how much more an emotional organ - this we also know. Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related? Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of the universe?

Dale Cooper:
Windom Earle's mind is like a diamond. It's cold, and hard, and brilliant.

[Twin Peaks Mayor Dwayne Milford is holding Dr. Jacoby, Lana Budding Milford, Dale Cooper and the sheriff at gunpoint. He holds Lana responsible for the death of his brother, Dougie Milford]

Dale Cooper:
Fellas, I've got an idea. Why don't we let Lana and the mayor talk things over together. Alone.

Mayor:
I don't wanna talk. I wanna shoot.

Dale Cooper:
Now Dwayne you can always shoot later. Talk first.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] A death mask. Is there a reason for a death mask? It is barely a physical resemblance - in death, the muscles so relaxed, the face so without the animating spark. A death mask is almost an intrusion on a beautiful memory. And yet, who could throw away the casting of a loved one? Who would not want to study it longingly, as the distant freight train blows its mournful tone?

Pete:
I owe it all to the immortal Master: José Raúl Capablanca. If there's chessboards in heaven, you'll find Jose sittin' across from the Lord.

[Albert observes suspended Agent Cooper's plaid shirt and khaki slacks.]

Albert Rosenfield:
Oh, Coop, uh, about the uniform…

Dale Cooper:
Yes, Albert?

Albert Rosenfield:
Replacing the quiet elegance of the dark suit and tie with the casual indifference of these muted earth tones is a form of fashion suicide, but, uh, call me crazy - on you it works.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] A hotel. A nightstand. A drawer pull on the drawer. A drawer pull of a nightstand in the room of a hotel. What could possibly be happening on or in this drawer pull? How many drawer pulls exist in this world? Thousands, maybe millions. What is a drawer pull? This drawer pull - why is it featured so prominently in a life or in a death of one woman who was caught in a web of power? Can a victim of power end in any way connected to a drawer pull? How can this be?

[Albert and Cooper are discussing whether to arrest Josie Packard.]

Albert Rosenfield:
There's an epidemic of multiple gunshot wounds following this chick around. She is a menace.

Dale Cooper:
I'll talk to her. Maybe she'll confess. Turn herself in.

Albert Rosenfield:
[sarcastically] Maybe she'll grow wings and join the circus.

[Norma visits Hank in prison to ask him for a divorce. Hank tries to get Norma to lie to make up an alibi for him]

Hank Jennings:
[aggressively] Okay. Then there's the deal. You give me my alibi, and I give you your divorce.

Norma Jennings:
I didn't come here to negotiate with you. This is it. It's over!

Hank Jennings:
Fine. Go ahead. You're his whore Norma.

Norma Jennings:
I'd rather be his whore,... than your wife!

[Pete, Sheriff Truman and Dale Cooper are thinking about the next move in the chess game against Windom Earle]

Pete Martell:
Okay. This is it. Guaranteed to cause some sleepless nights.

Dale Cooper:
As long as he can't remove another piece from the board. [a piece removed would mean an additional killing]

Pete Martell:
He can't do it. Not at least for five, six more moves.

Sheriff Truman:
Now maybe he'll kill anyway. Maybe it'll just frustrate him.

Dale Cooper:
I don't think so Harry. Earle has a perverse sense of honor about these things.

Sheriff Truman:
I'd never heard of a man who murdered by the rules.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Sometimes - well, let's say all times - things are changing. We are judged as human beings on how we treat our fellow human beings. How do you treat your fellow human beings? At night, just before sleep, as you lay by yourself in the dark, how do you feel about yourself? Are you proud of your behavior? Are you ashamed of your behavior? You know in your heart if you have hurt someone - you know. If you have hurt someone, don't wait another day before making things right. The world could break apart with sadness in the meantime.

[Pete, helping Cooper figure out how to outplay evil genius Windom Earle at chess, is interrupted by his "students".]

Lucy Moran:
Mr. Martell, Andy moved his knight without doing the little hook thing.

Deputy Andy Brennan:
You don't have to do the little hook thing; that's optional.

Pete Martell:
Andy, uh… the knight has to do the "little hook thing".

Deputy Andy Brennan:
Every time?

Pete Martell:
It's a privilege! No one else gets to make that move.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] The beautiful thing about treasure is that it exists. It exists to be found. How beautiful it is to find treasure. Where is the treasure, that when found, leaves one eternally happy? I think we all know it exists. Some say it is inside us - inside us one and all. That would be strange. It would be so near. Then why is it so hard to find, and so difficult to attain?

Benjamin Horne:
Audrey, look, I know that I haven't been a very good father. Oh hell, who am I kidding? When have I ever been anything but a sleazy rapacious heel?

Audrey Horne:
Well Daddy, maybe when I was little, but...

Benjamin Horne:
Exactly.

Dale Cooper:
I have no idea where this will lead us. But I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.

Gordon Cole:
WHAT A BEAUTY. REMINDS ME OF THAT STATUE, THE BABE WITHOUT THE ARMS.

Dale Cooper:
The Venus de Milo.

Gordon Cole:
THE NAME WAS MILO BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT. THAT'S THE KIND OF GIRL THAT MAKES YOU WISH YOU SPOKE A LITTLE FRENCH.

Dale Cooper:
Surefire cure for a hangover, Harry. You take a glass of nearly frozen, unstrained tomato juice. You plop a couple of oysters in there and you drink it down. Breathe deeply. Next you take a mound and I mean a mound of sweetbreads sauteed with some Canadian bacon and chestnuts. Finally some biscuits, big biscuits, smothered in gravy. Now here's where it gets tricky, you're gonna need some anchovies. You take - 

Sheriff Truman:
[groaning] Excuse me.

Dale Cooper:
[smiling] That should do it.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] Pie. Whoever invented the pie? Here was a great person. In Twin Peaks, we specialize in cherry pie and huckleberry pie. We do have many other types of pie, and at the Double R Diner, Norma knows how to make them all better than anyone I have ever known. I hope Norma likes me. I know I like her and respect her. I have spit my pitch gum out of my mouth onto her walls and floors and sometimes onto her booths. Sometimes I get angry and do things I'm not proud of. I do love Norma's pies. I love pie with coffee.

Bobby Briggs:
[seeing Gordon and Shelly kiss] Hey! What the hell's going on?

Gordon Cole:
YOU ARE WITNESSING A FRONT THREE-QUARTER VIEW OF TWO ADULTS SHARING A TENDER MOMENT. [to Shelly] Acts like he's never seen a kiss before.

Dale Cooper:
Uh, Gordon…

Gordon Cole:
TAKE ANOTHER LOOK, SONNY. IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN!

Benjamin Horne:
We'll of course take care of your medical expenses.

Dick Tremayne:
How kind. One might also think worker's compensation of some variety will be involved...

Benjamin Horne:
Easily done.

Dick Tremayne:
Capital, Mr. Horne. I'll alert my attorney.

Windom Earle:
Once upon a time, there was a place of great goodness called the White Lodge. Fawns gamboled there amidst happy laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and laughter filled the air. When it rained it rained sweet nectar that paralyzed the heart with the desire to live one's life in truth and beauty... Generally speaking, a ghastly place reeking of virtue's sour smell, engorged with the whispered prayers of kneeling mothers, mewling newborns, and fools young and old compelled to do good without reason. But, I am pleased to note, our story does not end in this place of saccharine excess. For there is another place, its opposite, of almost unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets. No prayers dare penetrate this frightful maw. Spirits there care not for good deeds and priestly invocations. They are as like to rip the flesh from your bones as greet you with a happy g'day. And, if harnessed, these spirits, this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts, will offer up a power so vast that its bearer might reorder the earth itself to his liking. This place I speak of, is known as the Black Lodge. And I intend to find it.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] There are clues everywhere - all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something else - the wrong interpretation of the clues - we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark, or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?

[Windom Earle has Major Briggs tied up to a giant dartboard.]

Windom Earle:
What is the capital of North Carolina?

Major Briggs:
Raleigh.

Windom Earle:
Fat load of good that'll do me.

Pete Martell:
Audrey, there are many cures for a broken heart. But nothing quite like a trout's leap in the moonlight.

Doctor Hayward:
Dammit, Ben. It isn't that simple. I believe you. I applaud your desire to do the right thing. But goodness in you is like a timebomb. And there's nothing good about ruined lives.

Windom Earle:
These evil sorcerers, dugpas, they call them, cultivate evil for the sake of evil and nothing else. They express themselves in darkness for darkness, without leavening motive. This ardent purity has allowed them to access a secret place of great power, where the cultivation of evil proceeds in exponential fashion. And with it, the furtherance of evil's resulting power. These are not fairy tales, or myths. This place of power is tangible, and as such, can be found, entered, and perhaps, utilized in some fashion. The dugpas have many names for it, but chief among them is the Black Lodge... But you don't believe me, do you? You think I'm mad. Overworked. Go away.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] A log is a portion of a tree. (Turning end of log to camera.) At the end of a crosscut log - many of you know this - there are rings. Each ring represents one year in the life of the tree. How long it takes to a grow a tree! I don't mind telling you some things. Many things I, I musn't say. Just notice that my fireplace is boarded up. There will never be a fire there. On the mantelpiece, in that jar, are some of the ashes of my husband. My log hears things I cannot hear. But my log tells me about the sounds, about the new words. Even though it has stopped growing larger, my log is aware.

Dale Cooper:
I believe the Black Lodge is the source of what you've traditionally referred to here as the evil in the woods.

Log Lady:
[voiceover] And now, an ending. Where there was once one, there are now two. Or were there always two? What is a reflection? A chance to see two? When there are chances for reflections, there can always be two - or more. Only when we are everywhere will there be just one. It has been a pleasure speaking to you.

The Man from Another Place:
Wow, Bob, wow. Fire walk with me.

BOB [possessing Dale Cooper] :
How's Annie? How's Annie? How's Annie?

The Giant:
The owls are not what they seem.

Doctor:
[shows the bullet that hit Cooper’s stomach also killed the tick] Helluva way to kill a tick.

Dale Cooper:
Albert, where does this attitude of general unpleasantness come from?

Albert Rosenfield :
I’ll get back to you on that.

The Giant:
Better to listen, than to talk.

Judge Sternwood:
[to Leland Palmer] Leland...this is most difficult. My deepest condolences on your heartbreaking loss. [...] You've appeared before me many times. I know you to be a fine, decent man and a capable attorney. And to see you under these circumstances is... is dreadful for us all. Now, the law provides a structure to guide us through perilous and trying times. But it requires our submission to its procedures and higher purposes. Before we assume our respective roles in this enduring drama, just let me say that when these frail shadows we inhabit now have quit the stage, we'll meet and raise a glass again together, in Valhalla.

The Giant:
It is happening again. It is happening again.

Leland Palmer:
(talking about BOB) I was just a boy. I saw him in my dreams. He said he - he wanted to play. He opened me and I invited him and he came inside me.

Dale Cooper:
He went inside?

Leland Palmer:
When he was inside, I didn’t know and when he was gone I couldn’t remember. He made me do things, terrible things. He said he wanted lives, he wanted others. Others that they could use like they used me.

Dale Cooper:
Like Laura?

Leland Palmer:
They wanted her. They wanted Laura ... but she was strong. She fought ‘em. She wouldn’t let them in. Oh god, they had me kill that girl Teresa. (strains in pain) And they ... and they said ... and if I didn’t give them Laura they’d have me kill her too.

Dale Cooper:
But she wouldn’t let them in?

Leland Palmer:
She said she'd die ... before she let ‘em. And then they made me kill her. Oh god have mercy on me! What have I done? What have I done? Oh god, I love her! I love her with all my heart! My angel, forgive me!

Gordon Cole:
COOP! THEY SAY THAT LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND, MAKES PEOPLE WHO NEED PEOPLE THE LUCKIEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. ALTHOUGH THEY NEVER SAID A DOG GUN THING ABOUT A CURE FOR HEARING LOSS. [to Shelly] Shelly, you are a miracle worker and a goddess sent from heaven.

Shelly Johnson:
I’m a waitress in a diner I’ve never been compared to a goddess before.

Gordon Cole:
Well shelly you just don’t know your own value. [to Dale Cooper] COOP! SHE’S A RARE AND PRECIOUS INDIVIDUAL, DON’T YOU THINK?

Dale Cooper:
I know what you mean Gordon.

Gordon Cole:
[turns to Shelly] Shelly turn around and face me a moment before I lose my nerve. I’m about ready to leave Twin Peaks and I don’t know when I’m gonna return but I want you to know that meeting you has been more than a privilege, you touched my heart and I know that if I don’t kiss you now I’m gonna regret it the rest of my days.

Bobby Briggs:
[seeing Gordon and Shelly kiss] Hey! What the hell's going on?

Gordon Cole:
YOU ARE WITNESSING A FRONT THREE-QUARTER VIEW OF TWO ADULTS SHARING A TENDER MOMENT. [to Shelly] Acts like he's never seen a kiss before.

Dale Cooper:
Uh, Gordon…

Gordon Cole:
TAKE ANOTHER LOOK, SONNY. IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN!

Windom Earle:
Garland, what do you fear most in the world?

Major Briggs:
The possibility that love is not enough.

Windom Earle:
[laughs] Oh Garland, please! I shall weep.

Dale Cooper:
Harry, we're in trouble. If the door to the Black Lodge does exist, it probably exists at a point in time. Now, an object, such as a door, normally exists at a point in time and space. By way of contrast, a shooting star normally exists at a point in time over a continuum of space. But taken from the star's point of view, it's a completely different experience.

Harry Truman:
You just lost me.

Dale Cooper:
If we're not at the right place at exactly the right time, we won't find our way in.

Annie Blackburn:
What are we doing here?

Windom Earle:
You and I have an appointment at the end of the world.

Annie Blackburn:
He'll come for me.

Windom Earle:
No, he won't.

Annie Blackburn:
Why are you doing this to me?

Windom Earle:
Same thing happened last time, when he fell in love with my wife. I took the boy right to the edge that time. Come in to the circle! I tell you they have not died! Their hands clasp, yours and mine! You'll not run from me now, not in the circle of trees. You'll come with me.

The Man from Another Place:
When you see me again, it won't be me.

Laura Palmer:
Hello, Agent Cooper. I'll see you again in 25 years. Meanwhile.