I hear that you're real good at what you do.
That's correct.
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.
Twin Peaks · Season 1
I hear that you're real good at what you do.
That's correct.
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.
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.
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.
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.
[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.]
[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?
But... it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?
[speaking in a similarly distorted voice] I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.
She's filled with secrets. Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there's always music in the air.
[voiceover] There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things -- things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real. The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts -- tear ducts -- to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes -- then we ask: "Will this sadness which makes me cry -- will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out -- will it ever end?" The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.
Nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup [claps his hands] collides with ham.
[FBI pathologist Albert Rosenfield refuses to release Laura's body for the funeral.]
You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever seen! I've never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty. Have you no compassion?!
Oh, I've got compassion running out of my nose, pal! I'm the Sultan of Sentiment! Dr. Hayward, I have travelled thousands of miles and apparently several centuries to this forgotten sinkhole in order to perform a series of tests. Now, I do not ask you to understand these tests. I'm not a cruel man. I just ask you to get the hell outta my way, so I that can finish my work! Is that clear?!
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?
Yes I have. [Punches Albert in face]
...
The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? [calling after Truman] A hail of bullets would be nice!
That's enough! The sheriff didn't mean anything.
He hit me!
Well, I'm sure he meant to do that.
There's a sort of evil out there. Something very, very strange in these old woods. Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. It takes many forms but... its been out there for as long as anyone can remember and we've always been here to fight it.
Mr. Horne, I realize that your position in this fair community pretty well guarantees venality, insincerity, and a rather irritating method of expressing yourself. Stupidity, however, is not necessarily a inherent trait, therefore, please listen closely. You can have a funeral any old time. You dig a hole, you plant a coffin. I, however, cannot perform these tests next year, next month, next week or tomorrow - I must perform them now. I've got a lot of cutting and pasting to do, gentlemen, so why don't you please return to your porch rockers and resume whittling.
I've had just about enough of you and your insults!
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?
Yes I have. [Punches Albert in face]
...
The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? [calling after Truman] A hail of bullets would be nice!
That's enough! The sheriff didn't mean anything.
He hit me!
Well, I'm sure he meant to do that.
[voiceover] Even the ones who laugh are sometimes caught without an answer: these creatures who introduce themselves but we swear we have met them somewhere before. Yes, look in the mirror. What do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? Are we being introduced against our will? Are they mirrors? I can see the smoke. I can smell the fire. The battle is drawing nigh.
[Standing over Bernard's corpse] Jacques' back in Canada. We had a long talk, he's staying there. Jacques was the brains in the outfit. Bernie made bail this morning on possession.
Do me know if uh, the late Bernard gave you up?
I told him if he ever did I'd kill him.
Oh... did he?
Nah, he shouldn't have trusted me, but like I said, Bernie wasn't too bright.
I've got one man too many in my life and I'm married to him. Sound familiar?
Maybe you should have a little talk with Leo.
Leo doesn't talk, he hits. He was so great at first, you know. This flashy guy in his hot car. Then we get married and I find out all he was looking for was a maid he didn't have to pay. I feel so stupid.
Look at us. Two men apiece and we don't know what to do with any of the four of them.
One woman can make you fly like an eagle, another can give you the strength of a lion, but only one in the cycle of life can fill your heart with wonder and the wisdom that you have known a singular joy. I wrote that for my girlfriend.
Laura had secrets and around those secrets she built the fortress that, well that in my six months with her, I was not able to penetrate and for which I consider myself an abject failure.
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