[but, Dale Cooper, you know who she is--what she is. there embracing Laura Palmer's soul, there as fall changes to winter. can you look at her and tell her that you don't know enough about Death to recognize it?]
You already know me. You're in my head. [ because regardless of everything, he's still convinced that he's asleep, even if this room and its curtains and that sleepy jazz drifting through the air are the only reality there is. there should be some trepidation to his voice, but really, there's only the hint of fascination. ]
[ he continues to eye her, facing her straight-on. the death situation hasn't quite dawned on him yet, but he's used to riddles here. he'll pay it more attention after he wakes up.
The decor. You just mentioned it. [ he's not used to being the one with the answers in this place. he can't help it - he grins. ] Red, black. White. Makes you wonder what your inner workings are really on about.
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[but, Dale Cooper, you know who she is--what she is. there embracing Laura Palmer's soul, there as fall changes to winter. can you look at her and tell her that you don't know enough about Death to recognize it?]
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Dale Cooper.
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[she chuckles, running through the list in her head--a lucky one, to not be on it right now. maybe later she'd look him up.]
If this is your head, I admire your taste in decor.
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if he wakes up. ]
You familiar with psychology at all?
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I've glanced at it. Half of it is true, half of it is so wrong it's hilarious. But tell me what bearing psychology has on us.
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