Driving into Twin Peaks:
"Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks. It's 5 miles south of the Canadian border, 12 miles west of the state line. 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 much for being wrong 60% of the time, you'd be working."
"Mileage is 79, 345, gauge is on reserve. Riding on fumes here. I've got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that it."
"Lunch was, uh, Six dollars and thirty one cents at the Lamplighter Inn. That's on Highway 2, near Lewis Fork. That was a tuna fish sandwich, slice of cherry pie and a cup of coffee. Damn good food. And, Diane, if you ever get up this way, that cherry pie is worth a stop."
"Okay..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 the Calhoun Memorial Hospital. Guess we're going to go up to Intensive Care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain."
"I'm pretty sure I'll be checking into a motel. I'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. That's what I need, clean place, reasonably priced."
"Oh, Diane, I almost forgot. I've got to find out what kind of trees these are. They're really something special."