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She's got a nice butt though!

I actually cracked up when he was just whistling in front of a framed photo of a nuclear bomb explosion.

CoooooOOOOooooperrrrr! Come out and plaaaaaAAAAAAaaaayyyyy!

I read the idea somewhere a few weeks ago that maybe Audrey took over the department store and made it a national chain, which would make her a possibility to be the billionaire with the NYC penthouse. That would also scratch her "business acumen" itch.

All I'm looking for is some Billy Zane. I don't give two damns about what happens to Coop so long as we see some Zane!

Define "blown up."

Please, it was weird enough hearing an extended conversation about Skype in the world of Twin Peaks. Let's not throw a goddamn Roomba into the mix!

That's exactly what his delusional Civil War reenactment phase taught him.

I fail to see the appeal of this comment. It takes a long time to say what it really wants to say. It drones on, and though I keep hoping it gets better, I end up only sadly disappointed. Too few good points, and a severe lack of doing the required viewing & reading.

I love how he still has the Robert Forster New York-ish accent, and how it's not weird that he sounds like that as a Twin Peaks native.

You can use blankets as the dirt!

According to the Mark Frost book from this past fall, the trees in Twin Peaks in general are mystical, conceivably making anything made from Twin Peaks lumber mystical as well.

Or a sex-starved trucker! (Thanks, Sunny!)

If Kyle MacLachlan doesn't get an Emmy for playing multiple roles (and each role differently at times, mind you), I'm gonna….do something or feel some way.

The Warren Frost tribute in the credits got even more emotional once my wife pointed out that this episode happened to air on Father's Day.

I'm seesawing between that and Coop abusing her.

The scene with Major Briggs in the diner is so emotional and great.

The extent to which something can be obvious in David Lynch's work is debatable.

Reminds me of realizing as an adult that Miranda Hillard in Mrs. Doubtfire wasn't a bitch at all, given her husband's shenanigans.

My god was that whole scene so lovably bonkers.