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Ah!
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Now, I am a tolerant man.
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My patience has its limits.
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To have his path made clear is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
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Robert, you and I are going to work to make yours real clear.
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We're here for you, Bobby.
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Can I get you anything to go with that, sheriff?
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Agent Cooper here might wanna try a slice of that pie.
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- Cherry pie?
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- Best in the tri-counties.
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COOPER:
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Hmm.
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And could you ask Norma to stop by a second, Shelly?
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- Sure thing.
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- Nothing's a sure thing, Shelly.
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Man, I still can't get the taste of that fish-filtered coffee
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- out of my mouth.
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- Me neither.
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- That's Shelly Johnson, with a J?
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- Mm-hm.
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Husband's a trucker, Leo.
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Minor rap sheet.
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Log Lady?
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TRUMAN:
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Right.
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- Hi.
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Can I ask her about her log?
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Many have.
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Evening, Harry.
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Norma, like to have you meet Special Agent Dale Cooper.
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Federal Bureau of Investigation.
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Norma Jennings.
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Miss Jennings, is it true that Laura used to help you with the Meals on Wheels program, delivering hot dinners to elderly shut-ins?
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Yeah, Laura helped organize that program.
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Do you have the names of the people on her route?
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- I can get them for you.
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- Mm.
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Would you, please?
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And, uh, two more pieces of this incredible pie.
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Okay.
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Man, oh, man, you must have the metabolism of a bumblebee.
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[TRUMAN CHUCKLES]
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For your information,
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I heard you speaking about Laura Palmer.
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Yes.
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One day, my log will have something to say about this.
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My log saw something that night.
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Really?
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What did it See?
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Ask it.
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I thought so.
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[DOOR OPENS]
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[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
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SHELLY:
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Thanks, Norma.
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See you tomorrow.
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Hi, Leo.
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Brought you some pie.
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Where's my shirt?
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What shirt?
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My favorite blue shirt.
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It's the second one you lost this year.
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I'm gonna teach you a lesson now, Shelly, about taking care of my property.
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That means making sure things aren't lost or damaged.
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[WHIMPERING] Oh, God, please, Leo.
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- This is gonna hurt you.
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- No.
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[OLDIES ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
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No!
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[DOORBELL RINGS]
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I'll get it.
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Come on.
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Uh, Mom, Dad, this is James.
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James Hurley.
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- How do you do, James?
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- Nice to see you, sir, Mrs. Hayward.
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Very nice to meet you, James.
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Well, I hope you're hungry.
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- Eileen's been cooking up a storm.
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- Yes, sir.
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Would you like something to drink?
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We have some soft drinks and some fruit punch, some sparkling cider.
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Uh, fruit punch.
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That'd be good, thank you.
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- I'll get it.
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- Okay.
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Uh, why don't you fellas sit down at the table and I'll go check on the roast.
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- Here's your fruit punch.
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- Thanks, Donna.
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I don't believe I know your parents, James.
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No, sir.
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My dad died when I was 10 and my mom travels a lot.
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- She writes for the paper sometimes.
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- Oh.
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Ed Hurley down at the Gas Farm is James' uncle.
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His, uh, wife's the lady with the patch.
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Yes, sir, that's my Aunt Nadine.
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She's a real character.
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[ALL CHUCKLE]
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EILEEN:
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