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00:46:54
Kyle MacLachlan, Michael Ontkean, Mädchen Amick
518
Short stack of griddlecake, melted butter,
Enough forensic spadework to save your butt
Now, I realize you experience an ongoing disinclination
pretty well guarantees venality, insincerity,
dolt, dunces, dullards and dumbbells.
Here we've got traces of pumice found in standing water
This leads to stalemate
Sheriff, I'm at the morgue and there's a big fight going on.
but in that time, I have seen decency, honor and dignity.
Well, I've had about enough of, uh, moron and half-wits,
Jacques Renault, bartender at the Roadhouse.
Acetylcholine neuron fire high-voltage impulses
Audrey, that rightward slant in your handwriting
The old rustic sucker punch, huh?
I'm the sultan of sentiment.
My, let's all spray venom in my general direction.
So far, we haven't caught him with his paw in the cookie jar.
an inspiration to guard and inmate alike.
How much does Jacques pay you to be the mule?
Barring unforeseen circumstance, with your full support before the board,
I'm sure Hank appreciates your unwavering devotion.
It is not a statistic to be tallied up at the end of the day.
I'm the sultan of sentiment.
And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
I baptize Laura Palmer.
He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
That's a way of living I thought had vanish.
Bob vow to kill again, so Mike shot him.
embed in her wrists and upper arms.
partially dissolve by digestive acids.
I instruct her in Sunday school.
He greet the day with a smile
Laura kissed me and she whisper the name of the killer in my ear.
I swear, there were two.
Short stack of griddlecakes, melt butter,
I pretend that I'm not, but I am.
I hope she forgive me.
Deputy Hawk sketch his picture.
the killer washed his hands and then lean in for a kiss.
You dig a hole, you plant a coffin.
Sometimes her arms bend back.
She would've laugh at them anyway.
You hang on. I'll be right there.
the killer wash his hands and then leaned in for a kiss.
Bob vowed to kill again, so Mike shot him.
You slip this note underneath my door night before last.
he could be released shortly thereafter.
Keep trying. He's out there somewhere.
and apparently several centuries to this forgotten sinkhole
we'd be together forever.
Conclusion: she was tied up twice
It is an absolutely beautiful morning.
Sylvia, I'm going to make it extremely simple for you.
You said you and Laura weren't exactly friends.
Albert, I want you to release this girl's body to her family immediately.
Cooper, may I have a word with you alone?
Sometimes her arms bend back.
Finally, a small plastic fragment from her stomach
and the will to carry on without those we must leave behind.
I think you'll find it's quite accurate. Requires your signature.
It's a filthy habit, especially for a varsity athlete.
Therefore, please listen closely. You can have a funeral any old time.
We don't wanna be late. Are you ready?
But there's a back end to that that's kind of different too.
I always knew inside,
but he expects to be a productive member of society real soon.
You're gonna have to go along with me on this
Suddenly, it was 25 years later.
So far, we haven't caught him with his paws in the cookie jar.
And you, chowderhead yokel, you blithering hayseed,
and get mine out of this godforsaken burg.
with that special love that we reserve for the headstrong and the bold.
I'm sure Hank appreciates your unwavering devotion.
Drunk and disorderly, November 1987.
Barring unforeseen circumstance, with your full support before the board,
But most of all, Laura was, I think, impatient.
and a rather irritating method of expressing yourself.
September '88, aggravated assault, charges dropped.
I usually tell them I have a homicidally jealous husband
The old rustic sucker punch, huh?
partially dissolved by digestive acids.
We can't take Johnny to the funeral in that ridiculous getup.
- Please. - That's kind of rude, mister.
I'm not a cruel man.
Enough forensic spadework to save your butt
Stupidity, however, is not a necessarily inherent trait.
Uh, distinctive wounds found on Laura's neck and shoulder
She was beautiful, she was charming.
maple syrup, lightly heated, slice of ham.
The next time you and the merry widow wanna take a peek in my safe,
Blessed be the dead who die in the Lord,
Your loving father, Jared.