Pete Martell: She's dead... Wrapped in plastic.

Log Lady: [voiceover] Welcome to Twin Peaks. My name is Margaret Lanterman. I live in Twin Peaks. I am known as the Log Lady. There is a story behind that. There are many stories in Twin Peaks -- some of them are sad, some funny. Some of them are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery -- the mystery of life. Sometimes, the mystery of death. The mystery of the woods. The woods surrounding Twin Peaks. To introduce this story, let me just say it encompasses the All -- it is beyond the "Fire", though few would know that meaning. It is a story of many, but begins with one -- and I knew her. The one leading to the many is Laura Palmer. Laura is the one.

Dale Cooper: Diane, 7:30 am, February twenty-fourth. Entering town of Twin Peaks. Five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. Never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, I'd rather be here than Philadelphia. It's fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time it'd beat working. Mileage is 79,345, gauge is on reserve, I'm riding on fumes here, I've got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is. Lunch was $6.31 at the Lamplighter Inn. That's on Highway Two near Lewis Fork. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, a slice of cherry pie and a cup of coffee. Damn good food. Diane, if you ever get up this way, that cherry pie is worth a stop.

Bobby Briggs: Norma, I'll see you in my dreams.
Norma Jennings: Not if I see you first.

Dale Cooper: Who's the lady with the log?
Sheriff Truman: We call her the Log Lady.
Log Lady: Shhhhhhh!

Dale Cooper: Gentlemen. When two separate events occur simultaneously pertaining to the same object in inquiry we must always pay strict attention.

Log Lady: [voiceover] I carry a log -- yes. Is it funny to you? It is not to me. Behind all things are reasons. Reasons can even explain the absurd. Do we have the time to learn the reasons behind the human being's varied behavior? I think not. Some take the time. Are they called detectives? Watch -- and see what life teaches.

[Cooper is ordering breakfast during his first morning at the Great Northern.]
Dale Cooper: You know, this is -- excuse me -- a damn fine cup of coffee! ... Now, I'd like two eggs, over hard. I know, don't tell me; it's hard on the arteries, but old habits die hard -- just about as hard as I want those eggs. Bacon, super-crispy. Almost burned. Cremated. That's great. And, I'll have the grapefruit juice, just as long as those grapefruits... [He trails off as he sees high school vixen Audrey Horne saunter up to his table.] ... are freshly squeezed.

[Pete Martell pours coffee for Dale Cooper and Sheriff Truman.]
Pete Martell: Mr. Cooper, how do you take it?
Dale Cooper: Black as midnight on a moonless night.
Pete Martell: Pretty black.

Sheriff Truman: You know, I think I'd better start studying medicine.
Dale Cooper: And why is that?
Sheriff Truman: Because I'm beginning to feel a bit like Dr. Watson.

Log Lady: For your information, I heard you speaking about Laura Palmer?
Dale Cooper: Yes?
Log Lady: One day my log will have something to say about this. My log saw something that night.
Dale Cooper: Really? What did it see?
Log Lady: Ask it.

Log Lady: [voiceover] Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas speak so strangely. All that we see in this world is based on someone's ideas. Some ideas are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of a dream.

Sheriff Truman: I hear that you're real good at what you do.
Albert Rosenfield: That's correct.
Sheriff Truman: Well, that's good. Because normally if a stranger walked into my station talking this kind of crap, he'd be looking for his teeth two blocks up on Queer Street.

Dale Cooper: Following a dream I had three years ago, I have become deeply moved by the plight of the Tibetan people, and have been filled with a desire to help them. I also awoke from the same dream realizing that I had subconsciously gained knowledge of a deductive technique, involving mind-body coordination operating hand-in-hand with the deepest level of intuition.

The One Armed Man: Through the darkness of future's past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds... "Fire... walk with me." We lived among the people. I think you say, convenience store. We lived above it. I mean it like it is... like it sounds. I too have been touched by the devilish one. Tattoo on the left shoulder... Oh, but when I saw the face of God, I was changed. I took the entire arm off. My name is Mike. His name is Bob.
Killer BOB: Mike. Mike! Can you hear me? Catch you... with my death bag! You may think I've gone insane... but I promise. I will kill again.