Jeffries: It was a dream! We live inside a dream.
Jacques Renault: Hey, slow pokes... Guess what? There's no tomorrow... Know why, baby? 'Cause it'll never get here.
Donna: Where are the cookies?
Laura: You mean Fred and Ginger?
Donna: Dancing.
Desmond: Sir, your behavior is not funny. Your attitude is wasting the bureau's valuable time.
Sheriff Cable: You're lucky I'm not wasting you.
James: You always hurt the ones you love.
Laura: You mean the ones you pity.
Bobby: Hey! Where were you for the last hour. I've been looking all over for you.
Laura: I was standing right behind you but you're too dumb to turn around.
Donna: Do you think that if you were falling in space... that you would slow down after a while, or go faster and faster?
Laura: Faster and faster. And for a long time you wouldn't feel anything. And then you'd burst into fire. Forever... And the angel's wouldn't help you. Because they've all gone away.
Carl: Goddamn, these people are confusing.
Cooper: Don't take the ring, Laura.
Laura: I don't know when I can come back. Maybe never.
Harold: Laura! Laura.
Gordon: HE'S gone! HE'S gone! albert, call THE front desk.
Albert: I've got the front desk now. He was never here.
Stanley: That really was something with the dancing girl, wasn't it? What exactly did all that mean?
Desmond: I'll explain it to you. Remember Lil's wearin' a sour face.
Stanley: What do you mean?
Desmond: Her face had a sour look on it.
Jack at Hap's: Now, Irene is her name and it is night. Don't go any further with it. There's nothing good about it.
Laura Palmer: I'm gone. Long gone. Like a turkey in the corn.
James: You're not a turkey. A turkey is one of the dumbest birds on earth.
Laura Palmer: Gobble-gobble.
Cooper: Thank you Carl. Sorry to wake you.
Carl: That's okay. I was having a bad dream anyway.
