Twin Peaks S03E1 Dialogue

Laura Palmer: Hello Agent Cooper. I'll see you again in 25 years. Meanwhile.

Giant: Agent Cooper
Giant: It is in our house now
Agent Cooper: It is.
Giant: It all cannot be said aloud now.
Giant: Remember 430.
Giant: Richard and Linda.
Giant: Two birds with one stone.
Agent Cooper: I understand.
Giant: You are far away.

Hey, Doc.
Dr. Jacoby: Hey, Joe.
How's it going, Doc?
Dr. Jacoby: As good as ever.
All right.
You gonna need any help, Doc?
Dr. Jacoby: Uh, heh, you know,  thanks, but no, thanks.
Dr. Jacoby: I like to work alone.

Camera three.
Delivery.
Sam Colby: Hey, Tracey.
Tracey Barberato: Hey.
Sam Colby: You didn't have to bring it yourself.
Sam Colby: Aren't you supposed to be working?
Tracey Barberato: Oh, no, I-I got off at ten.
Tracey Barberato: I brought two.
Tracey Barberato: Can I join you?
Sam Colby: Damn.
Sam Colby: Tracey, I'm sorry, but no one can come in here.
Sam Colby: How much do I owe ya?
Tracey Barberato: Oh, no, no, I...
Tracey Barberato: I got 'em for free.
Tracey Barberato: I can't come in?
That's right.
Tracey Barberato: Shoot.
Sam Colby: Top secret.
Tracey Barberato: Ooh. Now I'm so curious. You're driving me crazy.
Sam Colby: In fact, I got to go back in.
Tracey Barberato: I'll stop by on my way in tomorrow, if I can.
Tracey Barberato: Okay, or if I miss you, I can come back tomorrow night and bring coffees, the same time.
Sam Colby: Thanks, Tracey.
Tracey Barberato: You can have 'em both.
Sam Colby: Thanks, Tracey.
Sam Colby: You're a bad girl, Tracey.
Tracey Barberato: Try me.

Benjamin Horne: Beverly, tell Mrs. Houseman that we will refund two nights of her stay but not the whole week.
Benjamin Horne: She and her New York friends keep our spa running.
Beverly Paige: Oh, good. How did the skunk get in her room?
Benjamin Horne: What's that?
Beverly Paige: Uh, the... the, uh, skunk, how did it get into her room?
Benjamin Horne: Oh, no, no, no, no. It... it wasn't even...
Benjamin Horne: Even close to her room.
Benjamin Horne: The skunk was on the whole other side of the hotel.
Benjamin Horne: It was...
Jerry Horne: I am here, Brother Ben!
Jerry Horne: Sweet and sour,
Jerry Horne: salty, crunchy...
Benjamin Horne: Beverly,
Benjamin Horne: my brother Jerry.
Beverly Paige: Hi. Nice to meet you.
Benjamin Horne: So get back to Mrs., uh, Houseman as we discussed...
Beverly Paige: Okay.
Benjamin Horne: And I'll get back to you later.
Beverly Paige: Sure thing.
Jerry Horne: Is that the new girl? Or should I say "woman"?
Jerry Horne: A woman like that, you can't call a girl.
Benjamin Horne: Beverly, yes.
Jerry Horne: Are you banging her yet?
Benjamin Horne: Oh, Jerry!
Benjamin Horne: R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Benjamin Horne: Respect.
Benjamin Horne: She's a beautiful soul.
Benjamin Horne: And she's married.
Jerry Horne: That never stopped you before.
Jerry Horne: Sock it to me. Sock it to me.
Jerry Horne: Sock it to me. Sock it to me.
Benjamin Horne: Jerry. What else do you have on your mind?
Jerry Horne: Swimming in my mind at this time, literally, is my new hydroponic indica-sativa hybrid, a touch of the mythic AK-47 by way of the Amsterdam express.
Jerry Horne: It's baked into this banana bread and infused in this potent spreadable jam that's ideal for creative sojourns of a solitary nature.
Jerry Horne: Wheels up.
Benjamin Horne: Jerry, a prophet is without honor who eats his own profits.
Jerry Horne: R&D, brother Ben.
Jerry Horne: It puts me in a groove, and where it stops, nobody knows.
Benjamin Horne: Thank God you are no longer in the hotel business.
Jerry Horne: Where have you been, Ben?
Jerry Horne: Yeah, my new legally sanctioned business is tripling our revenue.
Benjamin Horne: Is that Mother's hat?

Insurance Guy: Hello. I'd like to see Sheriff Truman.
Lucy Moran: Which one?
Insurance Guy: Which one?
Insurance Guy: Sheriff Truman isn't here?
Lucy Moran: Well, do you know which one?
Lucy Moran: It could make a difference.
Insurance Guy: Uh, no, ma'am.
Lucy Moran:One is sick, and the other one is fishing.
Insurance Guy: Uh...
Lucy Moran: It could make a difference.
Insurance Guy: It's about insurance.
Lucy Moran: I'm not sure I will be able to help you.
Insurance Guy: I'd like to see Sheriff Truman.
Insurance Guy: I'll leave my card and call in another day.
Lucy Moran: Thank you.
Lucy Moran: I'll keep the card, but unless...

Hey. Where the hell do you think you're going?
Otis: Well, lookee here.
Mr. C: Otis.
Mr. C: Hello, Buella.
Buella: How you?
Mr. C: Buella, Ray and Darya...
Mr. C: Have you got them back there somewhere?
Buella: I'll get 'em.
Mr. C: And, Buella, put something better at your front door.
Buella: It's a world of truck drivers.
Buella: Ray! Darya!
Mr. C: Ray, Darya, let's go.
Otis: Mr. C. Mr. C.
Mr. C: See ya, Otis.

Sam Colby: Hey, Tracey.
Tracey Barberato: He's not here.
Tracey Barberato: No one is here.
Sam Colby: Really?
Tracey Barberato: Weird.
Sam Colby: Where is he?
DTracey Barberato: oes this, by any chance, mean that I can go in there with you?
Tracey Barberato: I brought us two lattes again.
Sam Colby: Well, since there's no one here to stop you, I guess you could come in for a little while.
Sam Colby: But I don't know how you're gonna get out if the guard comes back.
Tracey Barberato: Let's not overthink this opportunity.
Tracey Barberato: Whoa.
Tracey Barberato: What is that thing?
Sam Colby: A glass box.
Tracey Barberato: Yeah, but what's it for?
Sam Colby: I really don't know.
Sam Colby: It's just a job I got to help with school.
Tracey Barberato: Whose place is this?
Sam Colby: I heard a billionaire.
Sam Colby: Some anonymous billionaire.
Tracey Barberato: Mysterious.
Sam Colby: I'm supposed to watch the box and see if anything appears inside.
Tracey Barberato: What?
Tracey Barberato: Do things appear?
Sam Colby: I haven't seen anything since I started.
Sam Colby: But the guy I replaced, he saw something once.
Tracey Barberato: What?
Sam Colby: He wouldn't tell me.
Sam Colby: Or couldn't tell me.
Sam Colby: We're not supposed to say anything about this place or that glass box.
Tracey Barberato: It's a lot of equipment.
Tracey Barberato: Is it some sort of science experiment or something like that?
Sam Colby: I guess you could say that.
Tracey Barberato: Do you want to sit down?
Tracey Barberato: Okay.
Tracey Barberato: Cozy.
Tracey Barberato: Here's your coffee.
Sam Colby: Thanks, Tracey.
Sam Colby: Do you want to make out a little?
Tracey Barberato: What do you think?
Sam Colby: Stop.
Tracey Barberato: What?

Marjorie Green: What is it, Armstrong?
Marjorie Green: Ruth.
Marjorie Green: Ruth, are you in there?
Marjorie Green: Oh, oh, my goodness.
Marjorie Green: Come on. Come on, Armstrong.
Marjorie Green: Come on, Armstrong.
Marjorie Green: Come on.
Marjorie Green: Come on, little you.
Marjorie Green: Yeah.
Marjorie Green: By golly.
Marjorie Green: Oh, yes, hello?
Marjorie Green: Yeah, you don't know me.
Marjorie Green: This is... this is Marjorie Green.
Marjorie Green: But my neighbor, there's something wrong.
Marjorie Green: Yeah, um, I haven't seen her in three days.
Marjorie Green: Oh, and then there's that terrible smell.
Marjorie Green: And Armstrong smelled it in the...
Marjorie Green: Then I smelled it... No.
Marjorie Green: No, Armstrong's my dog.
Marjorie Green: No... Oh, my address?
Marjorie Green: Oh, I-I-I don't know.
Marjorie Green: Um, oh, my goodness.
Marjorie Green: Um, yes, oh, I know this.
Marjorie Green: You know, I know this.

Marjorie Green: It was a funny thing.
Marjorie Green: I couldn't remember my address when I called you on the phone.
Where's the smell coming from, Mrs. Green?
Marjorie Green: Oh, there it is again.
Marjorie Green: There's that smell.
Ma'am, is there a manager on-site with a key?
Marjorie Green: Oh, I don't know.
Marjorie Green: Um, Barney's usually here.
Marjorie Green: Um, do you want me to go check?
Yes, ma'am, if you don't mind.
Marjorie Green: Oh. I just remembered.
Marjorie Green: Barney's not here.
Marjorie Green: He's a funny one, that Barney.
Marjorie Green: He's in the hospital, not the regular hospital.
Hey, uh, Darlene, we're gonna need a locksmith over at 1349 Arrowhead, possible 10-54.
Marjorie Green: No, no, 1349.
Ma'am, who lives in this apartment?
Marjorie Green: That would be Ruth, Ruth Davenport.
Marjorie Green: And I just remembered something.
What's that, ma'am?
Marjorie Green: When Barney's out of town, he leaves the keys with his brother.
And who would that be?
Marjorie Green: Oh, I don't know.
Marjorie Green: Um, I've never met him.
Marjorie Green: But Hank would know him.
Who's Hank?
Marjorie Green: Barney's friend, Hank Fillmore.
Where would we find Hank?
Marjorie Green: Oh, well... I don't know right now.
Marjorie Green: He's our maintenance man.
Marjorie Green: But I saw him out back a little while ago.

Hank Fillmore: Harvey?
Hank Fillmore: Harvey, you son of a bitch!
Are you Hank?
Hank Fillmore: What the hell?
Police, Mr. Fillmore.
We need your help.
Hank Fillmore: Did Harvey send you?
Mr. Fillmore, we need a key for Ruth Davenport's apartment.
We're trying to find Barney's brother.
Hank Fillmore: Well, who told you I was going to see Chip?
Who's Chip?
Hank Fillmore: That's Barney's brother.
We need a key from Chip.
Hank Fillmore: I was just on my way, but h...
Hank Fillmore: How did you know?
Well, do you have a phone number for Chip?
Hank Fillmore: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hank Fillmore: Chip?
Hank Fillmore: Chip ain't got no phone.
I'll wait for the locksmith.
Marjorie Green: Excuse me.
Marjorie Green: Do you think that maybe Ruth's out of town?
Why?
Marjorie Green: Well, it would be a shame
Marjorie Green: 'cause I'm supposed to water her plants when she's out of town.
Marjorie Green: I have the key.
Let's go.
Hank Fillmore: Am I... Am I free to go?
Hank Fillmore: Gentlemen, am... am I free to go?
Uh-oh.
Hank Fillmore: Harvey, you son of a bitch.
Hank Fillmore: Did you send the cops to my place of business?
Hank Fillmore: My work?
Hank Fillmore: Harvey... Yes.
Hank Fillmore: Yeah, I got it...
Hank Fillmore: I got all of it, right here, but it's mine.
Hank Fillmore: Mine and Chip's.
Hank Fillmore: No. You opted out of this one, remember?
Hank Fillmore: Harvey... Harvey, don't...
Hank Fillmore: Don't threaten me, Harvey.
Hank Fillmore: Harvey.
Hank Fillmore: Harvey?

Dave Mackley: Constance?
Constance Talbot: Good for you, Dave.
Constance Talbot: You're behaving yourself for a change.
Constance Talbot: Want to help me with this?
Constance Talbot: Very carefully.
Constance Talbot: Keep it way up, off the body.
Uh-oh.

Lucy Moron: Deputy Hawk,
Lucy Moron: Margaret Lanterman's on line one.
Lucy Moron: It's the line with the light that's blinking.
Hawk: Okay, Lucy, thank you.
Hawk: Margaret, what can I do for you?
Log Lady: Hawk.
Log Lady: My log has a message for you.
Hawk: Okay.
Log Lady: Something is missing, and you have to find it.
Log Lady: It has to do with Special Agent Dale Cooper.
Hawk: Dale Cooper?
Hawk: What is it?
Log Lady: The way you will find it... has something to do with your heritage.
Log Lady: This is the message from the log.
Hawk: Okay, Margaret.
Hawk: Thank you.
Log Lady: Good night, Hawk.
Hawk: Good night, Margaret.

Constance Talbot: Dave?
Constance Talbot: Dave!
Dave Mackley: On my way.
Constance Talbot: You got to see this.
Constance Talbot: The head is definitely Ruth Davenport, the woman who lived in the apartment.
Constance Talbot: And we've got a male John Doe.
Constance Talbot: We don't know whose body that is.
Constance Talbot: Nothing's come back on those prints.
Constance Talbot: But there's another set of prints all over the apartment.
Constance Talbot: And we've got a hit, a definite local hit.
Dave Mackley: Bill Hastings?
Dave Mackley: Oh, my God.
Constance Talbot: Yeah.
Dave Mackley: He's my kid's principal.

Phyllis Hastings: Dave!
Phyllis Hastings: What are you...
Dave Mackley: Phyllis, is Bill home?
Phyllis Hastings: Yeah.
William Hastings: Who is It, honey?
Phyllis Hastings: It's Dave, Dave Macklay.
William Hastings: Dave, hey.
Phyllis Hastings:  What's going on, buddy?
Dave Mackley:  Bill, uh,
Dave Mackley:  I'm gonna have to put you under arrest.
William Hastings: What?
Dave Mackley:  Please turn around.
Dave Mackley:  I've got to cuff you, and I've got to take you in.
Phyllis Hastings: Oh, my God, Bill!
Phyllis Hastings: No, it...
Phyllis Hastings: Oh, my God.
Phyllis Hastings:  It's okay, honey. I hav...
Phyllis Hastings: I haven't done anything wrong.
William Hastings: Could, uh... could you tell me what this is about?
Dave Mackley: We can talk about that at the station.
Phyllis Hastings: I want to come with you.
William Hastings: No, no, stay here.
William Hastings: There's been a mistake. All right? I haven't done anything wrong.
Dave Mackley: You have the right to remain silent.
Dave Mackley: Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Phyllis Hastings: But the Morgans are coming for dinner!
Dave Mackley: Do you understand these rights I am...
William Hastings: I understand perfectly.
William Hastings: Just call George and tell him where I am!

Hawk: She said something is missing and it has to do with Agent Cooper.
Lucy Moron: But Agent Cooper is missing.
Lucy Moron: And he hasn't been seen or heard from since before Wally was born, and Wally's 24 years old.
Lucy Moron: He was born on the same day as Marlon Brando.
Lucy Moron: Andy wanted to name him Marlon.
Lucy Moron: And we haven't even gotten a Christmas card from Agent Cooper.
Lucy Moron: He hasn't even seen Wally.
Hawk: Andy, Lucy, it's late.
Hawk: Go down to storage and get those files that we talked about.
Hawk: Tomorrow morning, lay 'em all out.
Hawk: I'll bring the coffee and the doughnuts.
Lucy Moron: Okay, Deputy Chief Hawk.

Don Harrison: Dave?
Don Harrison: Don Harrison, State Police, Rapid City.
Dave Mackley: Hmm, are you taking this case?
Don Harrison: It's yours, Dave. Just here to help.
Don Harrison: Any luck with the missing body and head?
Dave Mackley: Nothing.
Don Harrison: How long's he been in there?
Dave Mackley: About half an hour.
Don Harrison: That's enough.
Dave Mackley: You sure you don't want to take this?
Don Harrison: Mike said you're fishing buddies.
Dave Mackley: I've known him since high school.
Don Harrison: He might tell you more than he'd tell me.
Don Harrison: Go on in.

Dave Mackley: Oh, I'm sorry about the delay.
Dave Mackley: Uh, did they get you some coffee?
William Hastings: I'm good with the water.
William Hastings: Can you... can you, uh,
William Hastings: uh...
William Hastings: can you please tell me what's going on?
Dave Mackley: We'll get to that, but I have a few questions that I have to ask you first.
William Hastings: Um...
Dave Mackley: Do you know a Ruth Davenport?
William Hastings: That name sounds familiar.
William Hastings: Uh...
William Hastings: the librarian?
Dave Mackley: Yes.
William Hastings: Ah, Okay.
William Hastings: That's her.
Dave Mackley: Do you know her?
William Hastings: Not really.
William Hastings: We say hello to each other.
Dave Mackley: When did you see her last?
William Hastings: Oh, I don't know.
William Hastings: Uh, let me think.
William Hastings: Maybe a couple months ago?
Dave Mackley: Have you ever been to Ruth Davenport's home?
William Hastings: No. I've never been there.
William Hastings: I don't... I don't... I don't even know where she lives.
Dave Mackley: Have you ever been to the apartment building at 1349 Arrowhead Road?
William Hastings: No.
William Hastings: I never have.
William Hastings: I-I... I've... I've never...
William Hastings: I've never been there.
William Hastings: Could... could you please tell me what this is about?
Don Harrison: Did you get the warrant?
Any minute.
Judge was up the mountain.
Dave Mackley: Bill, can you account for your time over the last three or four days?
William Hastings: Sure, yes, I can.
William Hastings: Uh, I've been at school every weekday.
Dave Mackley: And evenings?
William Hastings: Our high-school principal.
William Hastings: Uh, Wednesday, I went home right after school.
William Hastings: Thursday, we had a-a meeting in the evening.
William Hastings: And then...
William Hastings: I went home.
William Hastings: And then...
William Hastings: uh, Friday, I went...
William Hastings: I went out to dinner, Phyllis and I.
William Hastings: But we went home right after that.
William Hastings: And... and I was home all day today.
Dave Mackley:  What... what...
Dave Mackley: What was this Thursday meeting about?
William Hastings: Curriculum.
William Hastings: F-faculty evaluation.
William Hastings: It's a bimonthly meeting.
Dave Mackley: Mm-hmm. And when did it end?
William Hastings: Around 9:30, I believe.
William Hastings: I don't know. We ordered pizza.
Dave Mackley: And...
Dave Mackley: you went home directly after?
William Hastings: Yes.
William Hastings: And what time did you get there?
William Hastings: 10:15, 10:20.
Dave Mackley: Well, how long does it take you to drive home usually?
William Hastings: Um...
William Hastings: Oh, yeah...
William Hastings: Oh, yeah, now I remember.
William Hastings: I gave...
William Hastings: my assistant, Betty, a ride home.
William Hastings: Something wrong with her... car, something wrong...
William Hastings: I think I'd like to speak to George.
William Hastings: He's my lawyer.
William Hastings: Is... is... is... is he... is he... Is he here?
Dave Mackley: I can check.
Dave Mackley: But, Bill, is there anything else that you would like to tell me before we get the lawyer involved?
William Hastings: Please tell me what's going on.
Dave Mackley: Ruth Davenport was murdered.
Dave Mackley: And your prints are all over her apartment.
William Hastings: What?
William Hastings: What?
Don Harrison: Show Mr. Hastings to his new room.
Don Harrison: He can meet with his lawyer there.
Dave Mackley: Right, you're gonna have to come with me now, Bill.
Dave Mackley: Right out here.
Dave Mackley: To the left here, Bill.
Dave Mackley: Right... right here, Bill.
William Hastings: Dave, could I speak to Phyllis?
William Hastings: Could you let me...
William Hastings: Could you let me do that?
Dave Mackley: I'll see what I can do.

Don Harrison: Mrs. Hastings, we have a warrant to search your house.
Phyllis Hastings: This is unbelievable.
Phyllis Hastings: We have guests for dinner tonight.
Don Harrison: Is that Bill's car in the driveway, ma'am?
Phyllis Hastings: It's the Volvo.
Don Harrison: We'll need the keys.
Phyllis Hastings: Dave?
Dave Mackley: It has to be done, Phyllis.
Don Harrison: We're coming in.
Don Harrison: Let's go.
Dave Mackley: My flashlight's broke.