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Special Agent Dale Cooper

Federal bureau of investigation special agent Dale Cooper gets dispatched into the small American mountain town of Twin Peaks, Washington to investigate a homicide victim Laura Palmer.

Forensic evidence suggests the perpetrator is a serial killer.

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Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series

2 nominations: 1990, 1991

Diane, February 23th.  Entering the town of Twin Peaks, 5 miles south of the Canadian border, 12 miles west of the state line.  I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.  As W.C. Fields would say, I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.  54 degrees on a slightly overcast day.  Weatherman said rain.  If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong 60% of the time, it would beat working.  Mileage is 79,345, gauge is on reserve.  Riding on fumes here.  I got to tank up when I get into town.  Remind me to tell you how much that is.   Lunch was, uh, $6.31 at the Lamplighter Inn.  That’s on highway 2 near Lewis fork.  That was tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee.  Damn good food.  If you’re ever up this way, that pie’s worth a stop.  Ok, looks like I’ll be meeting up with a, uh… Sheriff Harry S. Truman.  Shouldn’t be too hard to remember that.  He’ll be at Calhoun Memorial Hospital.  We’re going to see that girl that crawled down the railroads tracks off the mountain.  I’ll be checking into a motel.  I’m sure the sheriff can recommend a clean place, reasonably priced.  That’s what I need– clean place, reasonably priced.  Oh, Diane, I almost forgot.  I got to find out what kind of trees these are.  They’re really something. — Dale Cooper

“Yes?  Dale Cooper, FBI.  Pleasure.  No, the directions were fine.  I came out over Highway 2 near Lewis fork.  I stopped at a little place called the Lamplighter Inn.  Had a slice of cherry pie.  Incredible.  Sure.  Nice quiet place, something like this.  Sheriff, let me stop you in the hallway just a second.  There’s a few things we got to get straight.  It’s best to talk about it up front.  When the bureau’s called in, the bureau’s in charge.  You’ll be working for me.  Sometimes local law enforcement has a problem with that.  I hope you understand.” — Dale Cooper

What kind of fantastic trees have you got growing around here?  Big, majestic… Douglas firs.  Can someone get me a copy of the coroner’s report on the dead girl?  That would be fine.  Doctor.  How’s the girl?  Can I see her?  Was she raped?  One perpetrator?  Is there any connection to the dead girl?  I’d like to question her.  What exactly are you saying?  I’d like to examine her fingers.  No, that’s not what I’m looking for.  Oh, no, there’s nothing here.  Not a thing.  Ronette?  Right.  Why would you want to?  Still could be.  At another time.  That guy’s a psychiatrist? — Dale Cooper

“That’s quite all right.  Here it is.  Oh, my God, here it is.  Would you leave us, please?  Would you leave us alone?  Find something to grab this with.” — Dale Cooper

I’m at Twin Peaks county morgue with the victim.  What’s her name?  Laura Palmer.  I got here before the autopsy.  It’s the same thing.  We’re seeing it again.  Ring finger, under the nail… let’s see what he left us.  It’s an ‘r.’  Diane, give this to Albert and his team.  Don’t go to Sam.  Albert seems sharper.  Bag and tag this.  Sheriff, we got a lot to talk about. — Dale Cooper

“At some point, I’ll want to show this to the boyfriend.  Did you complete your forensics?  No key yet, huh?” — Dale Cooper

Diane, I’ve just opened Laura Palmer’s diary.  This is the, uh… it’s the last entry dated February 23rd.  It reads… ‘Asparagus for dinner again.  I hate asparagus.  Does this mean I’ll never grow up?’  And then she’s written, ‘Nervous about meeting J tonight.’  That’s the letter ‘j,’ Diane.  ‘J.’  Hmm.  Yeah, that is the last entry.  That’s something to get started on.  Yeah, one out of 26.  I’ve just turned back 18 days to day 1.  What’s taped to the page here is a plastic envelope containing a white residue and what looks like a safety deposit box key. — Dale Cooper

“Sheriff, we have to very carefully remove this key.  We’re going to run this envelope.  And my bet is, it’ll test positive for cocaine.  You ever been surprised before?” — Dale Cooper

With a court order to open that safety deposit box, maybe we’ll bot discover something about Laura Palmer.  I’m holding in my hand a box of chocolate bunnies. — Dale Cooper

“You’ve been advised of your constitutional rights, correct?  Did you kill Laura Palmer?  She was studying at your house until 9:30 last night, right?  Did she drive herself home?  You two had a big fight last week, didn’t you?” — Dale Cooper

Bobby, here’s how this works– we ask the questions, and you answer the questions that we ask, briefly and to the point.  Did you shoot this video, Bobby?  Well, if you didn’t, then who did?  Did you know Laura was seeing someone else?  That’s what you fought about last week.  Look at these pictures.  Look at how happy she is.  You ever do cocaine with Laura, Bobby?  That’s right.  You’re a football player, aren’t you, Bobby?  Bobby, if you knew who she was seeing, trust us, now’s the time to tell us.  Because I’m asking you.  come on, Bobby, give me a name.  Here’s a hint.  First initial ‘j.’  You didn’t love her anyway.  Let him go. — Dale Cooper

“You were on a picnic, just you two, way up in the mountains, not another soul around.  Donna, this is interesting to me.  Because with just the two of you out there, I can’t figure out how these pictures got taken.  What was her name?  Donna, who are you protecting?  Does this persons name start with a ‘j?’  Donna, this is serious business, more serious than Laura falling in love with someone other than her boyfriend.  Much more serious than you know.  You can come on in.  I know Laura was your best friend.  You’ve been through a lot today.  We’re finished here for the time being.” — Dale Cooper

Sheriff?  4:10 p.m. at the scene of the crime.  Here’s something we haven’t seen before.  A mound of dirt 1 1/2 feet in diameter.  On top is a gold necklace with a gold heart.  Correction– half a gold heart.  At the base is a torn piece of newsprint, written the words, which appear to be in blood, ‘Fire.  Walk with me.’   Sheriff, we’ve got to find out who’s got the other half of that heart. — Dale Cooper

“When was the last time she came in?  You don’t keep records?  How long has she had this box?  Would you?  And close the door on the way out.  Thank you.  Flesh world.  Man, oh, man.  There’s over $10,000 here.  That’s a lot of girl scout cookies.  Here’s a page that’s marked.  There’s your connection– Ronnette Pulaski.” — Dale Cooper

I think I saw a cottontail rabbit.  Snowshoe?  Right.  Snowshoe rabbit.  Who’s the babe?  Packard Sawmill?  Where’s Mr. Packard?  Who’s the glad-handing dandy?  Who’s the lady with the log? — Dale Cooper

“Thank you, sheriff.  Ladies and gentlemen, federal bureau of investigation special agent Dale Cooper.  One year ago, almost to the day, in the southwest corner of this state, the body of young Teresa Banks was found.  She had no family.  No one came forward to claim her.  It was’t even news… until today.  There are irrefutable similarities that for obvious reasons I cannot discuss that lead us to conclude that Laura Palmer was the second, and Ronette Pulaski would’ve been the third victim of the same killer.  There’s a chance the person who committed these crimes is someone from this town– possibly even someone you know.  You are the leaders of this community.  It’s vitally important that this not turn into a witch hunt.   I’d strongly suggest a temporary curfew for those under 18 years of age.  Keeping your kids off the streets now may teach them a degree of caution that may protect them in the weeks to come.  I will remind you that these crimes occurred at night.” — Dale Cooper

Of course Donna snuck out.  Meaning how else will she lead us to that biker?  Why don’t you whistle for a little backup?  No, he’s taking her to somebody else. — Dale Cooper

“Harry, you’re all right.” — Dale Cooper

Give me a doughnut.  Well, Harry, I think we lost them.  Man, smell those trees.  Smell those douglas firs.  What’s down there?  My fault, Harry, not yours. — Dale Cooper

“What goes around comes around.” — Dale Cooper

She’s probably right. — Dale Cooper

“A policeman’s dream.  Sheriff, that reminds me.  Can you recommend to me a good inexpensive hotel or motel?  Now, it doesn’t have to be a fancy, and I mean that.” — Dale Cooper

I’ll probably be here for some time, and these motels promise you a good rate, and when you get there, it’s a different story.  All I need is a bed, a bathroom, a telephone, and sometimes a television in the unlikely event that I knock off early.  Sold.  Well, tomorrow comes early. — Dale Cooper

“Diane, it’s 12:28 A.M. it looks like I’ll be staying locally at a place called the Great Northern.  Sheriff’s getting me a rate.” — Dale Cooper

The truth.  That’s my job. — Dale Cooper

“Diane, 4:37 A.M.  After a long investigate night, returning to my room at the Great Northern.  And Leo Johnson, the man I believe killed Laura, won’t be able to escape our dragnet much longer.  As you can hear from the ambient sound around me,  I notice with relief that the icelandic group staying on my floor have either checked or passed out.  I may not need the ear-pillow earplugs, which I did receive today, although I may use them as a precaution.  I ordered some hot milk from room service, here’s hoping that does the job, and I’ll be able to catch some sack time.  24-hour room service must be a premiere achievement of modern civilization.” — Dale Cooper

Diane… my recorder is on the table.  I’m unable to reach it at this time.  I can only hope that I inadvertently pressed the voice activation button.  I’m lying on the floor of my room.  I’ve been shot.  There’s been a great deal of pain and a fair amount of blood.  Fortunately I was wearing my bulletproof vest last night per bureau regulations when working undercover.  I remember folding the vest up, trying to chase down a wood tick.  If you can imagine the impact on your chest of 3 bowling balls dropped from a height of about 9 feet, you might begin to approximate the sensation.  All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I always thought it might be, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind.  But… I guess you could say that about most anything in life.  It’s not as bad, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind. — Dale Cooper

“Gentlemen, two days ago a woman was found murdered by the same individual responsible for the death of Laura Palmer.  I have reason to believe that the killer is in this room.  I spend most of my time seeking simple answers to difficult questions.  In the pursuit of Laura’s killer, I’ve employed bureau guidelines, deductive technique, Tibetan method, instinct, and luck.  But now I find myself in need of something new, which, for lack of a better word, we shall call magic.” — Dale Cooper

“Major Briggs, thank you sir, for coming in.  Major, we need your help, but I am unable to accurately describe for you how or why.  The Twin Peaks sheriff’s department is currently involved in several disparate investigations.  The disappearance of known felon Leo Johnson, the appearance of my former partner and suspected murderer Windom Earle, and the discovery of petroglyphs of a unknown origin in a place called owl cave.  Now, it would seem logic would dictate that these investigations be considered separate entities, however, I believe otherwise.  I believe that these mysteries are not separate entities, but are, in fact, complimentary verses of the same song.  I cannot hear it yet, but I can feel it.  And that is enough to proceed.” — Dale Cooper

Deductive, resolute, autonomous, a nerd, Dale Cooper is a Rational.

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Sheriff Harry S. Truman

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“Morning, Pete.  Harry.  Hold on.  Hold on a second, Pete.  Where?  You stay right there.  I’m on my way.  Get Dr. Hayward to meet me at the Packard Mill, the dock below the dam.  Tell Andy to get his butt up here.  We got a body up there.  Lucy, not a word about this to anyone ’till you hear from me.” — Harry Truman

“You want forensics first?  We better take some pictures.  Andy, pictures.  Then we turn her over.” — Harry Truman

“Same thing as last year in Mr. Blodgett’s barn.  Is this going to happen every damn time?  Ok.  Why don’t you go to the coroner’s van and bring back that stretcher?  Laura Palmer.  Ohh.” — Harry Truman

“Excuse me.  I’m looking for Leland Palmer.  Leland… I’m afraid it is.  Ok?” — Harry Truman

“Lee, I hate to put you through this.  Ok.” — Harry Truman

“Why don’t you go ahead and make that announcement?  Now’s the time.  Excuse me.  Now, Bobby, you look at me.  Your girlfriend Laura Palmer’s been killed.  She was found just after dawn.  Now, she was with you last night, and you weren’t where you were supposed to be this morning.  Have these fellas advised you of your rights?” — Harry Truman

“Yes.  Did you understand your rights as they were explained to you?  We’ll have you make a phone call.  You can call your parents, and they can arrange to get a lawyer to be with you when we talk again.  Andy, take Bobby out to make his call.” — Harry Truman

“Bobby, we are gonna talk about this later.” — Harry Truman

“Do you know what time it was when you last saw Laura, Mrs. Palmer?  What time?  Your husband and one of my men.  Did she say anything to you?” — Harry Truman

“Mrs. Palmer.  Can you remember– did she make or receive any phone calls?  About what time was that?” — Harry Truman

“Mr. Cooper?  Sheriff Harry S. Truman.  Have any trouble finding the place?  Good to meet you.  We’re sure glad to have the FBI here.  Kind of lucky in a way that Ronette stepped across the state line.  The whole town’s badly shaken up.  Like I said, we’re glad to have you here.  Douglas firs.   The autopsy hasn’t been done yet, but I’ll take you downstairs to the morgue when we’re finished here.  Dr. Shelvy, this is FBI agent Cooper.  Same high school.  As far as we know, they hardly knew each other.  No connection.  They’ve already scraped for particles.” — Harry Truman

“Dr. Jacoby.  Yes.  This is special agent Dale Cooper.   Agent Cooper.  Sort of against procedure, doctor.  Yeah.” — Harry Truman

“Agent Cooper, we did scrape those nails when we brought her in.  What do you got there?  Ok, Cooper, you going to let me in on whatever’s going on here?” — Harry Truman

“That’s the videotape we just saw, the one we found in Laura’s bedroom.  You say when.  You bet.  All done.  They’re still looking.  Why not?  Yeah, that’s one out of 26.  That’s impossible.  Mr. Cooper, you didn’t know Laura Palmer.” — Harry Truman

“I can’t believe it.” — Harry Truman

“Must’ve been a snowshoe rabbit.  One of the most beautiful women in the state– Mrs. Packard.  Yup.  Died in a boating accident last year.  Practically built this town.  Brought her from Hong Kong six years ago.  Left her everything, which didn’t please his sister.  That’s her there– the original deep freeze.  Benjamin Horne, local bigwig.  He owns half the town.  He’s not after her.  He’s after her land.  We call her the log lady.” — Harry Truman

“Hang on, Dwayne.  Thank you, mayor Milford.  Agent Cooper?” — Harry Truman

“Go ahead, patch him through.  Doc, rest easy now.  I’m going to put out an all points for her.  We’ll keep out eyes peeled.  You bet.  Lucy, take care of all points now, ok?  Meaning what?  Right.” — Harry Truman

“Looks like sooner than later.  I can see which way the wind’s blowing.  Lucy, get us some backup down at the roadhouse now.  Make that two backup units.  Tell Dr. Hayward we found his daughter and she’s fine.” — Harry Truman

“Joey Paulson.  That’s a ‘j.’  So you want me to follow them at a discreet distance?  You think they spotted us?  I think I hear them.  An old logging road.  The only access is 5 miles back at the Packard Mill.  I told Doc Hayward his daughter was ok.” — Harry Truman

“Round and round.” — Harry Truman

“That’s not Joey.  It’s James Hurley.  James, stand away from the bike.  Stand away from the girl, hands behind your head.” — Harry Truman

“Lucy, get an arrest form ready.  Doc, I’m going to release her to you, but I want her back for questioning first thing in the morning.  Andy, Hawk, put James back in number four.” — Harry Truman

“Yep.  Lucy sets it up for us every night.  Thank you, Lucy.  You can go back to work now.  And no listening.  I can get you a good rate up at the Great Northern.” — Harry Truman

“I can get you a good rate up at the Great Northern.” — Harry Truman

“Hey, Jo.  I understand you wanted to see the sheriff up here.” — Harry Truman

“It must have happened about this time, 24 hours ago.” — Harry Truman

Guardian.

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Deputy Andy Brennan

“Who is she?  Sorry.  Sure.  Ok.  Sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  Ok.  Good Lord, Laura.  Laura.” — Andy Brennan

“Harry.  That was Lucy.  Got a call from a guy that works at the mill– Janek Pulaski.  Says his daughter didn’t come home last night, and she didn’t show up at school today either.” — Andy Brennan

“Lucy?  Tell Harry we found where… it happened.  Where Ronette and Laura were taken and tortured.  Tell Harry… I didn’t cry.  But, Lucy… it’s so horrible.  Oh, God.” — Andy Brennan

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Dr. Will Hayward

“No.  She’s been in the water.  Oh, Andy.  Oh, my God, Andy.  Give me the camera.  Harry, let’s roll her over.” — Will Hayward

“Leland, I’m so sorry.” — Will Hayward

“You can talk to her now, Harry.” — Will Hayward

“Harry, my daughter Donna snuck out of the house.  I don’t know where she’s gone.” — Will Hayward

“Donna, after what happened today, I’m sure you understand what you put your mother and me through tonight.  But I also know you well enough to know you wouldn’t have done it unless you had a good reason.  But we also have another problem facing us, young lady– where’s your sister’s bicycle?  Well, we’ll have to go get it.  I, uh, understand you promised Harriet you’d put some air in the back tire.  We’re so thankful to have a daughter like you.” — Will Hayward

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Pete Martell

“Gone fishing.” — Pete Martell

“The lonesome foghorn blows.” — Pete Martell

“Oh, dear.  Lucy?  Lucy, this is Pete Martell.  Lucy, put Harry on the horn.  She’s dead.  Wrapped in plastic.  It’s over here.” — Pete Martell

“2 x 4s… 4 x 8s… 2 x 4s… 4 x 8s…  Oh, Katherine, please.  Shorty, tell the boys to the pull the plug.  That’s right.” — Pete Martell

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Lucy Moran

“Sheriff, it’s Pete Martell at the mill.  I’ll transfer it to the phone on the table by the red chair, the red chair against the wall, the table with the lamp on it, the lamp that we moved from the corner.  The black phone, not the brown phone.” — Lucy Moran

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Sarah Palmer

“Laura, sweetheart, I’m not going to tell you again!  Yes, I am.  Laura!  Laura!  Ohh.  For goodness sakes.  Laura, now means now.  Laura.  Laura!  Laura, honey, are you downstairs?  Beth, it’s Sarah.  I went to wake Laura, and she’s not here.  Is she with Bobby?  Can you, um, find out?  C-can you reach him?  I’ll call the school.  Thanks.  Thanks, Beth.  I’m wondering if maybe she went out with Leland.  He had an early meeting.  Sure.  I’ll–I’ll call up to the hotel.  Thanks.” — Sarah Palmer

“Is Laura with you?  She didn’t go with you?  She wasn’t here this morning.  I can’t find Bobby.  She would’ve left a note.  She would’ve told me.  What?  Who?  What did you say?  Oh, my God.  Oh, God!  Laura!  No.  Laura!  Oh, Leland, please, what is it?  Tell me.  Leland?  Tell me.  Oh… my baby.  No!  Oh!  No!  No!  Aah!  Oh!  No!  Aah!” — Sarah Palmer

“Aah.  Oh… Oh… Yes.  Uh, it would have been about 9:00.  Yes.  9… o’clock.  P.M.  She can home from Bobby’s she was going up the stairs.  Those stairs… right there.  Who’s upstairs?  I can tell from the sounds that it isn’t her.  No.  She said good night.  And I said… G– good night, sweet– sweetheart.  I heard her phone ring… once.  I don’t know who it was.” — Sarah Palmer

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Beth Briggs

“Hello?  Maybe.  He runs every morning then goes to football practice.  I’ve got the number of the field office.  Oh, I’m sure that’s it.  Either that, or she’s with Bobby.  Hmm.” — Beth Briggs

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Leland Palmer

“Are they ready to sign?  You’re not going to mention we haven’t acquired access to the Packard land?  Ohh, Benjamin.” — Laura Palmer

“Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.  I’ll be right back.  Yeah.  Ok.  Thank you.  Sarah, what is it?  No.  Why?  No.  Honey, what’s wrong?  What’s this all about?  Well, she’s, um… Probably with Bobby.  Well, there you are.  That’s it.   Let’s not worry.  I mean, they’re probably together.  Honey, honey, take it easy, please.  Sheriff Truman.  Is this about Laura?” — Laura Palmer

“My daughter’s dead.” — Laura Palmer

“17 years old.  No.  I have to see her.  I have to see what was done to my little girl.  Oh, God.  My baby.  That’s my little girl.  God.  God.  Let’s get out of here.  I can’t…” — Laura Palmer

“Uh-huh.  Do you have to take that?” — Laura Palmer

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Benjamin Horne

“Sorry.  Ahem.  We have… solid information… the Packard sawmill is going to go belly up within a year.  We’ll be able to get it for a song.  One verse, no chorus.  Now… Let’s get out there… and get those cheese-eaters where they live.” — Benjamin Horne

“Clean, wholesome environment, much like your own.  With a quality of life to rival the very best that this country has to offer, and that is what the Ghostwood Country Club and Estates will be.  Now… When I first spoke to Sven, he was naturally very concerned about the quality of air here.  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.’  Uh, make it snappy, huh?  So… here in Twin Peaks, health and industry… go hand in hand.” — Benjamin Horne

“Leland, we’re ready with the contracts.  Leland?  What’s wrong?” — Benjamin Horne

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Shelly Johnson

“What kept you, Heidi?  Too busy jump-starting the old man, huh?  Yeah, I’m heading home.  That would be great.  Thanks.  Norma?  No.  Fat chance.  I think she’s hot to trot for you herself.” — Shelly Johnson

“It’s happy hour in France.  Come on, cowboy, light your fire.  I thought I was your little pick-me-up.  And what stage are we in now?  He called me last night from Butte.  That’s a long ways away.  He ain’t got a phone in his truck.  So quit worrying and start scurrying, Mr. touchdown.  Back up.  I’ll call you later.” — Shelly Johnson

“Why?  I want to see this.  Whatever’s around.  I pick up different packs from the diner all the time.  Ok.  You have nothing to worry about.” — Shelly Johnson

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Norma Jennings

“I thought the only time you cared about, Bobby, was making time.  Not if I see you first.” — Norma Jennings

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Bobby Briggs

“Aren’t you Germans always on time?  You heading out, Shelly?  I’m going to practice.  I can drop you by your place.  Here’s a tune for you, gals.  Ok.  Norma… I’ll see you in my dreams.  Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.  I think she knows about us.  Mmm.” — Bobby Briggs

“Right.  Just a little pick-me-up before homeroom?  Baby… You are more like a three-stage rocket… a pocket rocket.  Are you sure that your old man is still on the road?  Butte.” — Bobby Briggs

“Who is?  Well, here I am in school.  Hey, Snake.  Where?  What, me worry?  Who wants me in the office?  Watch out.” — Bobby Briggs

“I told you– I got up early like always, I went running like I always do, I went for some breakfast at the double R and I didn’t go to practice because I didn’t feel like it.  Look, you guys, please, what did I do?  What’s going on?  What is it, sheriff? What’s going on?” — Bobby Briggs

“Yes, but I didn’t know why.  Laura’s dead?  You think I killed her?  I loved her.  And she loved me.  You think because I wasn’t at football practice that I killed my girlfriend?  You are crazy!  You get off me.” — Bobby Briggs

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James Hurley

“Have you seen Laura?  Nice day for a picnic.” — James Hurley

“Yo.” — James Hurley

“Laura’s dead.  She was the one.  Can’t do it.  If you see Donna could you give this to her?” — James Hurley

“I’m going to talk to them, but I think they’re going to lock me up.  I don’t have an alibi for last night.  I was with her.  It was kind of like a nightmare.  Donna, she was a different person.” — James Hurley

“I’m telling you there were things she was involved with, things she let herself get pulled into, things she thought you’d hate her for.  She said, ‘there are things about me.  Even Donna doesn’t know me.’  Donna.  She said something about a guy getting killed.  She didn’t say, but she said Bobby told her that he killed this guy.  This is why I had to see you.  It all makes some kind of terrible sense that she died, that someone killed her.  I don’t know.  I can’t explain it.  I didn’t know whether to believe any of this last night she wasn’t making any sense.  I couldn’t calm her down.  I could hardly keep her on the bike.  We came to the light at Sparkwood and 21, and she… she put her hands around my neck… and… she screamed she loved me.  I looked into her eyes.  They were clear, like she was Laura again.  She was so sad.  She sounded so desperate…and she ran off.  I let her go, and she died.  I’m sorry.  I changed my mind.  I’m not sorry.” — James Hurley

“I got to go to the police.  I have no alibi.  After she left, I rode around most of the night.  Why?  What about you?  No.  All right.  We’ll bury it.  Right here.  I’ll take you home.” — James Hurley

“It’s going to be all right.” — James Hurley

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Donna Hayward

“No, not yet.  Uh, yeah.  Laura.” — Donna Hayward

“Hi, Ed.  Have you seen James yet?  Is he ok?  Do you know where he went?” — Donna Hayward

“Don’t tell me where I ought to be.  Secondly, Laura was my best friend.” — Donna Hayward

“I sure know how to pick them, huh?” — Donna Hayward

“If James comes around, tell him I’m looking for him.  Ok.” — Donna Hayward

“Is there some law against having a picnic?  Uh, well, that’s easy.  There was… this, um… hiker that came along.  This woman hiker had a backpack, and… um, we asked her to take the pictures for us.  I don’t know.  I don’t think we asked her.  Nobody, that’s really what happened.  No.  She didn’t tell us her name.  Ok.” — Donna Hayward

“Now, listen to me, this is serious.  Shh.  I’m going out the window.  I need you to cover for me.  That’s why I need you to cover for me.  No, this is about Laura, and it’s really, really serious.  Ok.  Thank you.  Oh, I’ll need to borrow your bike.  Yeah.  Harriet, don’t forget to brush your teeth.” — Donna Hayward

“Get your hands off me!  Leave me alone.  Get your hands off me!  Let go of me!  Get your hands off me!  You heard him.  Let me go!” — Donna Hayward

“James… they’re looking for you.  Why?  What happened last night?  What are you saying?  I knew her.  I knew her better than she thought I did.  Who?  Oh, my God.  Oh, it’s ok.  It’s not your fault, James.  It’s ok.  James, it’s all right.  James.  Oh, my God.  Oh, my God.  James.  Oh, James.  Oh, James.  Those are sirens.  The necklace you gave Laura with the golden heart, you have to give me the other half.   They found the half where she was killed.  They think the killer has the other half.  That, and no alibi… I’ll get rid of it.  I’ll hide it.  Ok.  Ok.” — Donna Hayward

“He didn’t do anything.  James.  He didn’t do anything.  James.” — Donna Hayward

“I’m sorry, dad.  Uh, I left it at the roadhouse.  Yes, I did.” — Donna Hayward

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Jocelyn Packard

“Katherine… I’m sorry if this offends you, but I’m the owner of this sawmill.  I’ve never taken this authority before, but maybe I should have.  Katherine, I have the final say-so.  Peter… push the plug.” — Jocelyn Packard

“May I have your attention?  This is Josie Packard.  I’ve decided that today, in the light of what has happened, all work here will stop.  This morning, as you know… the body of miss Laura Palmer… just now, your coworker and friend Mr. Janek Pulaski has learned that his daughter, one of Laura’s schoolmates, is missing since last night.  Today, all work here will stop.  The mill will shut down.  Perhaps you can spend the day with your families.  Thank you all for your attention.” — Jocelyn Packard

“Hello, sheriff.  Yes, I did.  Right over here.  I’m afraid.” — Jocelyn Packard

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Catherine Martell

Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 1990

Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 1991

“Did you hear me?  You can’t do that to my workers.  Don’t walk away from me like that.  You’re not going anywhere, and you’re not going to tell anybody anything.” — Catherine Martell

“You don’t know the first thing about this mill.  That’s why I’m running it.  You’re not shutting us down.  Pete, don’t you dare.” — Catherine Martell

“Bitch.  What’s your name?  You’re fired.” — Catherine Martell

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Audrey Horne

Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 1990

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