Pete Martell: Harry? She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.
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Dale Cooper: Diane, I'm holding in my hands a small box of chocolate bunnies.
Pete Martell: Harry? She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Oh Diane, I almost forgot. Got to find out what kind of trees these are. They're really something.
Bobby Briggs: You think because I wasn't at football practice that I killed my girlfriend?
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: There's over ten thousand dollars here. That's a lot of Girl Scout cookies.
Pete Martell: Fellas, don't drink that coffee! You're not gonna believe this, there was a fish in the percolator!
Benjamin Horne: If you'll permit me, Sven, to repeat what you told me this morning after your run: "My air sacks have never felt so good."
One-Armed Man: In the darkness of futures past The magician longs to see One chance heart between two worlds Fire walk with me.
Sarah Palmer: Laura! I'm not gonna tell you again! Yes I am. Laura!
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: I will remind you that these crimes occurred at night.
Pete Martell: She's dead... wrapped in plastic...
Dale Cooper: I still can't get the taste of fish-filtered coffee out of my mouth.
Ronette Pulaski: Don't go there Laura! Don't go there!
Dale Cooper: Diane, I'm holding in my hands a small box of chocolate bunnies.
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: A policeman's dream.
Pete Martell: Harry? She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Oh Diane, I almost forgot. Got to find out what kind of trees these are. They're really something.
Bobby Briggs: You think because I wasn't at football practice that I killed my girlfriend?
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: There's over ten thousand dollars here. That's a lot of Girl Scout cookies.
Dale Cooper: Diane, it's 4: 10 in the afternoon at the scene of the crime. Here's something we haven't seen before: a mount of dirt. Approximately a foot and a half in diameter. On the top is a gold necklace with a gold heart. Correction, half a gold heart. At the base of the mount of dirt is a torn piece of news print. Written with the words, which appear to be in blood: 'fire walk with me'.
Pete Martell: Fellas, don't drink that coffee! You're not gonna believe this, there was a fish in the percolator!
Benjamin Horne: If you'll permit me, Sven, to repeat what you told me this morning after your run: "My air sacks have never felt so good."
Bobby Briggs: When you least expect it...
One-Armed Man: In the darkness of futures past The magician longs to see One chance heart between two worlds Fire walk with me.
Sarah Palmer: Laura! I'm not gonna tell you again! Yes I am. Laura!
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: I will remind you that these crimes occurred at night.
Pete Martell: She's dead... wrapped in plastic...
Dale Cooper: I still can't get the taste of fish-filtered coffee out of my mouth.
Ronette Pulaski: Don't go there Laura! Don't go there!
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: You know why I'm whittling? Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Okay, I'll, I'll bite again. Why are you whittling? FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Because that's what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down, not speed up.
FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Sheriff, that reminds me. Can you recommend to me a good, inexpensive hotel or motel? Now it doesn't have to be fancy and I mean that. Sheriff Harry S. Truman: I can get you a good rate up at the Great Northern. FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Because you know, I think I'm going to be here for some time, and these motels, they'll promise you a good rate and when you get there it's a whole different story. Now all I need is a bed, a bathroom, a telephone, and sometimes a television in the unlikely event that one day I'll get a chance to knock off early. Sheriff Harry S. Truman: I can get you a good rate up at the Great Northern. FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Sold. Well, tomorrow comes early.
Sven Jorgenson: Excuse me, is there something wrong, young pretty girl? Audrey Horne: They found my friend Laura... lying facedown on a rocky beach... completely naked. She'd been murdered.
Dr. Will Hayward: You're not drinking and driving, are you? Mike 'Snake' Nelson: Well we're, uh, all pretty broken up about what happened today, sir. Besides, Bobby is doing most of the driving.
Pete Martell: Oh dear. Lucy? Lucy, this is Pete Martell. Lucy, put Harry on the horn. Lucy Morgan: Sheriff, it's Pete Martell up at the mill. Uh, I'm going to transfer it to the phone on the table by the red chair. The red chair against the wall. The little table with lamp on it. The lamp we moved from the corner? The black phone, not the brown phone. Sheriff Truman: Morning, Pete. Harry. Pete Martell: She's dead, wrapped in plastic.
Mike 'Snake' Nelson: Donna, you get to the sheriff's right now. Donna Hayward: Boy, I sure know how to pick 'em, huh. Nadine Hurley: Ed! You waiting for those drapes to hang themselves? Big Ed Hurley: Yo, okay! Big Ed Hurley: Well, I know how to pick them too.
Benjamin Horne: If you'll permit me, Sven, to repeat what you told me this morning after your run: "My air sacs have never felt so good."
Ronette Pulaski: Don't go there, Laura! Don't go there!
Norma Jennings: You know how I feel about Joyce. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself.
