Mrs. Kraft: You know, you ought to put on some meat, Laury. You're so skinny, can't grab hold of you anywhere.
Laury Palmer: I haven't noticed anybody having any trouble.
Helen: I must warn you, though, liquor makes me nosy. I've been known to ask all sorts of personal questions after four cocktails.
Marty: 'sallright. I've been known to tell people to mind their own business. Cold sober, too.
Arnett: Has it occurred to you? Neither of us looks like a scoundrel, do we?
Marty: And remember, glamour girl, I'll do this on just one condition.
Mrs. Kraft: What's that?
Marty: That you don't make any passes at me when you get me out there. I'm a very shy kid.
Helen: If you go to the police, you'll see Laury sooner than you think.
Mrs. Kraft: Are you trying to scare me?
Helen: I'm just warning you. Perhaps you don't realise, it's painful being killed. A piece of metal sliding into your body, finding its way into your heart. Or a bullet tearing through your skin, crashing into a bone. It takes a while to die, too. Sometimes a long while.
Mrs. Kraft: You're the coldest iceberg of a woman I ever saw, and the rottenest inside. I've seen plenty, too. I wouldn't trade places with you if they sliced me into little pieces.
Laury Palmer: Oh, why not? If you're glad about the divorce, you ought to celebrate. And if you're sad and wanna forget about it, you ought to celebrate. So either way, you ought to celebrate.
Marty: And, Sam, in the mean time, no dames. Understand?
Sam: I've got a dame on my mind, and she's dead. And that's plenty for me.
Arnett: It's quite all right, Mrs. Brent. I am a man of integrity, but I'm always willing to listen to an interesting offer.
Helen: Well, I'm prepared to pay handsomely.
Arnett: Good. Obstructing the wheels of justice is a costly affair.
Helen: Five thousand dollars should do it.
Arnett: Fifteen thousand dollars should do it.
Marty: You can't just go around killin' people whenever the notion strikes you. It's not feasible.
