- [introduction]
- The Log Lady: A poem as lovely as a tree: "As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro. / The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream. / The dream of suffering and pain. / Pain for the victim, pain for the inflictor of pain. / A circle of pain, a circle of suffering. / Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse."
- Madeleine Ferguson: Aunt Sarah? Uncle Leland, what is that smell? It smells like something's burning!
- Special Agent Dale Cooper: Diane, it's 2:47 p.m. I'm in the conference room at the sheriff's station with the remains of Laura Palmer's secret diary. A great deal of it has been mutilated. Much of what I've been able to decipher supports the contention of the one-armed man. There are repeated references to a Bob. He was a threatening presence in her life from early adolescence. There are intimations of abuse and molestation on a regular basis. He is referred to, on more than one occasion, as a friend of her father's.
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