Hank Jennings: Fine. Go ahead. You're his whore Norma! Norma Jennings: I'd rather be his whore than your wife!

Hank Jennings: Fine. Go ahead. You're his whore Norma! Norma Jennings: I'd rather be his whore than your wife!
Gordon Cole: You're a miracle worker. A goddess sent from heaven. Shelley Johnson: I'm a waitress in a diner that no one ever compared to a goddess before. Gordon Cole: Some people just don't know their own value
Mike: Do you understand the parasite? It attaches itself to a life form and feeds. Bob requires a human host. He feeds on fear and life force. I am like Bob. I was once his partner
Sarah Palmer: It's night, a flashlight beam moves across the ground... a gloved hand lifts a rock & takes out a necklace, broken in half
Log Lady: 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
Log Lady: Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?
Mike: Do you understand the parasite? It attaches itself to a life form and feeds. Bob requires a human host. He feeds on fear and life force. I am like Bob. I was once his partner
Sheriff Truman: So what did the giant sound like? Kind of a big booming voice? Agent Cooper: No. He spoke very softly, directly and distinctly. Albert: And you gave him the beans you were supposed to use to buy a cow. Cooper: No, I gave him my ring.
Shelley Johnson: What is all this sweet work worth, if thou kiss not me?
Dick Tremayne: But what I'm trying to make clear to you is that using a stuffed animal to represent an endangered species at an ecological protest constitutes the supreme incongruity. Tim Pinkle: Yeah, that's real clear, Dick...
Log Lady: Welcome to Twin Peaks. My name is Margaret Lantermen. 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.
Windom Earle: Dale wasn’t far wrong. The cave painting is an invitation of sorts, telling us when the revels begin. But what Dale doesn’t know is where to find it. For, you see, the cave painting is not only an invitation, it is also a map. A map to the Black Lodge!
Agent Cooper: The true test of any hotel, as you well know, Diane, is that morning cup of coffee
Shelley Johnson: See the mountains kiss high heaven and the waves clasp one another. No sister flower would be forgiven if it disdained its brother
Dick Tremayne: Good evening. Evening all. Welcome to our oenophiliac soiree, another in a continuing series of public events, sponsored by Horne Industries, to benefit the Stop Ghostwood Development movement
James Hurley: I went out for a ride this morning. Buried the needle. The engine sounded like music, like hundreds of people singing some huge song. Donna Hayward: What were they singing about? James: What do you think? Donna: Last night. I could sing about last night
Log Lady: Am I being too secretive? No. One can never answer questions at the wrong moment. Life, like music, has a rhythm. This particular song will end with three sharp notes, like deathly drumbeats
Windom Earle: They are as like to rip the muscle from our bones as greet you with a happy g'day. And if harnessed, these spirits, this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts, will offer up a power so vast that its bearer might reorder the earth itself
Log Lady: I play my part on my stage. I tell what I can to form the perfect answer. But that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear. So I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.
Betty Briggs: Alcohol is a drug. Alcohol doesn’t count?