Twin Peaks : Sons
Gordon Cole
COOPER, YOU REMIND ME TODAY OF A SMALL, MEXICAN CHIWOWWOW. (48 Ko)
Bonsai. Remember those old World War two movies? BANZAI!!!
I plan on writing an epic poem about this gorgeous pie!
Massive, massive quantities and a glass of water, sweetheart, my socks are on fire!


Windom Earle
I haven't been this excited since I punctured Caroline's aorta
If you give me your soul, I'll let Annie live
Eureka! Dale, I could kiss your pointy little head.
time draws nearer with each ticking tock.


Le Géant
there is a man in a smiling bag. (50 Ko, épisode 9)
the owls are not what they seem. (30 Ko, épisode 9)


Mike
BOB requires a human host. He feeds on fear (52 Ko, épisode 14)
This is his true face, but few can see it. The gifted--and the _damned._ (135 Ko, épisode 14)
Fire Walks With Me (38 Ko)
Through the darkness of future past The magican longs to see One chance out between two worlds: Fire walk with me
We lived among the people. I think you say 'convenience store.' We lived above it.
I too have been touched by the devilish one. A tattoo on the left shoulder. Oh, but when I saw the face of God, I was changed. I took the entire arm off.
My name is Mike. His name is BOB


Bob
IN THE DARKNESS OF FUTURE PAST, THE MAGICIAN LONGS TO SEE!
ONE CHANTS OUT BETWEEN TWO WORLDS... _FIRE,_WALK_WITH_ME_!!!

(103 Ko)
He can't ask for your soul. I will take his. (150 Ko, épisode 30)
You may think I've gone insane, but I promise I will kill again
Heads up, tails up...catch you with my deathbag.
Welcome to the killer's lair.


Little Man From Another Place
Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there's always music in the air
She's filled with secrets.
I've got good news. That gum you like is going to come back in style.
She's my cousin. But doesn't she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer?
This is the waiting room. Would you like some coffee ?
Wow BOB wow!


Loglady
My log does not judge!
Shut your eyes and you'll burst into flames.
Fire is the devil hiding like a coward in the smoke
For your information, I heard you speaking about Laura Palmer. One day, my log will have something to say about this...
The owls won't see us in here.




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