Cooper: Lately I've been filled with the knowledge that the killer will strike again. But because it is just a feeling, I am powerless to stop it. One more thing, Albert. When the next murder happens, you will help me solve it.
Albert: Let's test it for the record. Will the next victim be a man or a woman?
Cooper: A woman.
Albert: All right. What color hair will she have?
Albert: Tell me some other things about her.
Cooper: She's in high school. She is sexually active. She is using drugs. She's crying out for help.
Albert: Well damn, Cooper, that really narrows it down. You're talking about half the high school girls in America!
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.
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.
Laura: My secret diary... there are pages missing.
Harold Smith: Who would do that?
Harold Smith: But, Bob is not real.
Laura: There are pages torn out! That is real, Harold!
Harold Smith: Okay, okay, maybe...
Laura: Bob is real! He's been having me since I was 12. And, the diary was hidden too well. There is no other person who could have known where it was. He comes in through my window at night. He's real. He's getting to know me now. He speaks to me.
Harold Smith: What does Bob say?
Laura: He says he wants to be me, or he'll kill me.
Gordon: HE'S GONE! HE'S GONE! ALBERT, CALL THE FRONT DESK!
Albert: I've got the front desk now. He was never here.
Donna: [to Laura] If I had a nickel for every cigarette your mom smoked, I'd be dead.
Annie Blackburn: [to Laura] My name is Annie. I've been with Dale and Laura. The good Dale is in the lodge and can't leave. Write it in your diary.
Man from Another Place: Do you know who I am? I am the arm, and I sound like this...
[makes whooping sounds]
The Log Lady: [to Laura] When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.
Jacques Renault: Hey, slow pokes... Guess what? There's no tomorrow... Know why, baby? 'Cause it'll never get here.
Jeffries: Well now, I'm not gonna talk about Judy. In fact, we're not gonna talk about Judy at all, we're gonna keep her out of it.
Cooper: [bewildered] Gordon?
Gordon: I KNOW, COOP!
Jeffries: Who do you think this is there?
Albert: Suffered some bumps on the old noggin, hey, Phil?
Gordon: WHAT THE HELL DID HE SAY THERE, ALBERT? THAT'S SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER! FOR GOD'S SAKES, JEFFRIES, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU'VE BEEN GONE DAMN NEAR TWO YEARS!
Jeffries: The stories that I wanna tell you about...
Cooper: [into his mini-tape recorder] Diane, it's 4:20pm. I'm standing here at the Wind River near the location where the body of Teresa Banks was found. Diane, this case gives me a strange feeling. Not only has Special Agent Chester Desmond dissappeared without a trace, but this is one of Cole's blue rose cases. The clues that were found by Special Agent Desmond and Agent Stanley have led to dead ends. The letter that was extracted from beneath the fingernail of Teresa Banks gives me the feeling that the killer will strike again. But like the song goes, "who knows where, or when?"
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.
Desmond: [interviewing a waitress who is drinking coffee and smoking] D'you ever take cocaine, Irene?
Irene at Hap's: No, I do not. I never took cocaine or any other drug. I don't take drugs.
Stanley: Nicotine's a drug. Caffeine's a drug.
Irene at Hap's: [annoyed] Who's the towhead?
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.
[Cooper and Carl look at the space where Desmond vanished]
Cooper: What was here, Mr. Rodd?
Carl: A trailer was here, what the hell do you think?
Cooper: Can you tell me whose trailer it was, and who stayed in it?
Carl: Uh, an old woman, and her grandson.
Cooper: Can you tell me what their names were?
Carl: Chalfont. As a matter of fact, 'Chalfont' was the name of the people that rented this space before. Two Chalfonts. Weird, huh?
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.
Laura: [to Harold] You have to hide the diary, Harold. You made me write it all down. He doesn't know about you. You'll be safe.
Mrs. Tremond's Grandson: [to Laura; whispering] The man behind the mask is looking for the book with the pages torn out. He is going towards the hiding place.
Stanley: You know, Agent Desmond, I figure this whole office, furniture included, is worth $27,000.
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.
Donna Hayward: Yeah, Mike, you're the real man.
Mike Nelson: That's right. Mike *is* the man.
Bobby Briggs: [to Laura] Laura Palmer, see you later.
Gordon: [shouting very loud] GET ME SPECIAL AGENT CHESTER DESMOND OUT IN FARGO, NORTH DAKOTA!
Desmond: [into a phone] Hello?
Gordon: [shouting into the phone] CHET? IT'S REGIONAL BUREAU CHIEF GORDON COLE CALLING YOU FROM PORTLAND, OREGON.
Desmond: [into the phone] Okay, Gordon.
Gordon: [into the phone] NO, OR-AH-GON! I GOT A GIRL THAT'S BEEN MURDERED, 17-YEARS OLD, NAMED TERESA BANKS. CHET, I GOT A SUPRISE FOR YOU. ARRANGEMENTS ARE BEING MADE AND I WILL MEET YOU AT THE PRIVATE PORTLAND AIRPORT.
Desmond: [into the phone] Okay, Gordon!