Twin Peaks quotes

Friends, we all live in the mud. In the shit! Shovel your way out of the shit. This is your shiny gold shovel. Two coats, guaranteed. Shovel your way out of the shit and into the truth.

[amorously] It's working for me, Dr. Amp.

What's the problem, Ray?

I killed that guy. He's the one I told you about.

You didn't kill him too good, Ray.

This man is our boss 'cause no one can beat him at arm wrestling. Imagine all the men who've tried. Many, many. In 14 years, no one's ever even come close. Any new guy gets one chance. One chance. And if you lose, Renzo's your boss. So you can leave now. If you stay and lose and you do not do what Renzo says, you die. So you decide. You stay and play the game. It's your choice. Looking at you, I'd say you better leave.

What is this, kindergarten? Nursery school? What do I get if I win?

You'll be our boss.

I don't wanna be your boss. [points at Ray] But if I win, I want him.

Step inside. Let's play the game.

Utah. Mormons. They don't drink liquor. They don't drink coffee. They don't drink Coca-Cola. And they don't even have sex before marriage.

Yeah, but when they do get married, I heard they they can marry, like, six or ten women.

Funny there's not more of them.

I guess it's the drinks.

Audrey Horne

What did she say?

Audrey we've been over this.

Audrey Horne

Tell me!

Audrey. Stop it.

Audrey Horne

[crying] I I feel like I'm somewhere else. Have you ever had that feeling, Charlie?

No.

Audrey Horne

Like I'm somewhere else and and like I'm somebody else. Have you ever felt that?

No. I always feel like myself. And it may not always be the best feeling.

Audrey Horne

Well, I'm not sure who I am, but I'm not me.

This is Existentialism 101.

Audrey Horne

Oh, fuck you! I'm serious! Who am I supposed to trust but myself? And I don't even know who I am!

Gordon Cole

WE ARE LIKE THE DREAMER WHO DREAMS AND THEN LIVES INSIDE THE DREAM.

Albert Rosenfield

Tammy. Case number one. This started the whole thing. 1975. Two young field agents investigate a murder in Olympia, Washington. They arrive at a motel to arrest a suspect named Lois Duffy. They hear a gunshot outside her room and kick the door in. They find two women inside, one on the floor dying from a bullet wound to the abdomen. The other holds a gun, which she drops as she backs away when they enter. They recognize the wounded woman as Lois Duffy. She speaks her last words to them: "I'm like the blue rose." She smiles, then dies, then disappears before their eyes. The other woman screaming in the corner, they now notice is also Lois Duffy.

Hmm.

Albert Rosenfield

By the way, Lois Duffy did not have a twin sister. Then while awaiting trial for a murder she swore she didn't commit, this Lois hangs herself. Those two arresting officers were Gordon Cole and Phillip Jeffries. Now, what's the one question you should ask me?

What's the significance of the blue rose?

Albert Rosenfield

And the answer?

Hmm. Blue rose does not occur in nature. It's not a natural thing. The dying woman was not natural. Conjured. What's the word? A tulpa.

Albert Rosenfield

Good.

You drinking all alone tonight?

Mind your own business, please.

That's not very polite.

It wasn't meant to be polite. Would you sit back where you were, please?

I'll sit wherever I want. It's a free country. It's a free country. [menacing] It's a free cunt-ry. Maybe you're one of them bull dykes. Yeah. Come to think of it, you look kind of like a bull dyke lesbo. You like to eat cunt, huh?

I'll eat you.

What? Like hell you will, you miserable bitch! I'll fuckin' pull your little lesbo titties off!

DO YOU REALLY WANNA FUCK WITH THIS?

The government does it all the time. People get paid for it, just like us.

Damn right. Two-faced fucks.

So-called "Christian nation". Might as well be "thou shalt kill". Show no mercy, forgive no one, fuck 'em in the ass. It's a nation of killers, killin' all along. Killed damn near all the Indians, didn't they?

Yeah. But my fun's over once we actually kill someone. It's no fun torturing a corpse. I haven't gotten to torture anyone in a fuck of a long time, Hutch.

I know. It just hasn't worked out lately.

It's fucked.

Hawk

Margaret, what can I do for ya?

Log Lady

Hawk. I'm dying.

Hawk

I'm sorry, Margaret.

Log Lady

You know about death, that it's just a change, not an end. Hawk. It's time. There's some fear, some fear in letting go. Remember what I told you. I can't say more over the phone. But you know what I mean, from our talks, when we were able to speak face to face. Watch for that one, the one I told you about, the one under the moon on Blue Pine Mountain. Hawk. My log is turning gold. The wind is moaning. I'm dying. [pause] Good night, Hawk.

Hawk

Good night, Margaret.

Hawk

[sadly, to himself] Goodbye, Margaret.

Bradley Mitchum

What the fuck kind of neighborhood is this?

Rodney Mitchum

People are under a lot of stress, Bradley.

MIKE

You are awake.

100%.

MIKE

Finally.

You're a fine man, Bushnell Mullins. I will not soon forget your kindness and decency.

What about the FBI?

I am the FBI.

Rodney Mitchum

You don't sell insurance. You're an FBI agent... [clears throat] ...who's been missing for twenty-five years. And we need to get you to a town called Twin Peaks, to a sheriff's station?

Bradley Mitchum

Dougie... we love you, but we are not traditionally welcome at such places.

Rodney Mitchum

Or by such aforementioned people -- law enforcement types.

I read you one hundred percent. Friends, that's about to change. I am witness to the fact, you both have hearts of gold.

They do. They really do!

Albert Rosenfield

You okay, Gordon?

Gordon Cole

[holding his revolver] I COULDN'T DO IT, ALBERT. I COULDN'T DO IT.

You've gone soft in your old age.

Gordon Cole

WHAT?

Albert Rosenfield

I said, you've gone soft in your old age.

Gordon Cole

[softer] Not where it counts, buddy.