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.

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.

Albert Rosenfield: Oh yeah, well I've had about enough of morons and half wits, dolts, dunces, dullards and dumbbells ... and you, you chowder-head yokel, you blithering hayseed -- you've had enough of me?
Sheriff Truman: Yes I have. [Punches Albert in face]
...
Albert Rosenfield: The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? [calling after Truman] A hail of bullets would be nice!
Dale Cooper: That's enough! The sheriff didn't mean anything.
Albert Rosenfield: He hit me!
Dale Cooper: Well, I'm sure he meant to do that.

[Cooper's dream, sitting in a chair in the red room. The Man from Another Place twitches uncontrollably with his back to Cooper. Cooper stares at a smiling Laura Palmer.]
The Man from Another Place: [Claps hands together, speaking in a strangely paced, distorted voice] Let's rock! I've got good news. That gum you like is going to come back in style. [about Laura] She's my cousin. But doesn't she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer?
Dale Cooper: But... it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?
Laura Palmer: [speaking in a similarly distorted voice] I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.
The Man from Another Place: She's filled with secrets. Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there's always music in the air.

Bobby Briggs: Laura wanted to die.
Dr. Jacoby: How do you know that?
Bobby Briggs: Because she told me.
Dr. Jacoby: What else did she tell you? Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world?
Bobby Briggs: She said people try to be good but they're really sick and rotten, her most of all, and every time she tried to make the world a better place, something terrible came up inside her and pulled her back down into hell. Took her deeper and deeper into the blackest nightmare. Every time it got harder to go back up to the light.

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

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, this man would have been a seer, a shaman priest... possibly a leader. In our world, he's a shoe peddler, and lives in the shadows.

[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.

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.

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.

Dale Cooper: Audrey, you'll have to excuse me this morning, I'm running late. I only have time for coffee.
Audrey Horne: Well maybe I could go with you.
Dale Cooper: Wednesdays were traditionally a school day when I was your age.
Audrey Horne : [moving in close] I can't believe you were ever my age.
Dale Cooper: I've got the pictures to prove it. How old are you?
Audrey Horne: Eighteen.
Dale Cooper: Well, see you later Audrey.

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.

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: 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: Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair or two cups of good hot black coffee. Like this.
Sheriff Truman: A present? Like Christmas?
Dale Cooper: [Taking a sip] Ah, man that hits the spot. Nothing like a great cup of black coffee.