- Windom Earle: [talking backwards; subtitled] If you give me your soul, I'll let Annie live.
- Dale Cooper: I will.
- [Windom Earle stabs Cooper. The stabbing scene suddenly rewinds. Bob appears and grabs a screaming Windom]
- Bob: [to Windom; talking backwards] Be quiet! Be quiet!
- [to Dale]
- Bob: [talking backwards] You go. He is wrong. He can't ask for your soul. I will take his.
- [Cooper sits with the dwarf in the Red Room of the Black Lodge]
- The Man From another Place: [talking backwards; subtitled] When you see me again, it woun't be me.
- [steps on an insect on the floor]
- The Man From another Place: [talking backwards] This is the waiting room. Would you like some coffee? Some of your friends are here.
- [Laura Palmer appears and sits beside the dwarf]
- Laura Palmer: [talking backwards; subtitled] Hello, Agent Cooper.
- [Laura winks and snaps her fingers backwards]
- Laura Palmer: [talking backwards] I'll see you again in 25 years. Meanwhile...
- Deputy Andy Brennan: Sheriff Truman? Sheriff Truman?
- Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Andy! Over here!
- [Andy runs over]
- Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Been about 10 hours since he went in there.
- Deputy Andy Brennan: Do you want a thermos of coffee?
- Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Yeah.
- Deputy Andy Brennan: Do you want a plate special?
- Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Yeah.
- Deputy Andy Brennan: Do you want dessert?
- Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Yeah.
- Deputy Andy Brennan: Do you want pie?
- [Harry doesn't answer]
- Deputy Andy Brennan: Harry? Harry?
- Annie Blackburn: [talking backwards; subtitled] Dale... I saw the face of the man who killed me.
- Dale Cooper: Annie? The face of the man who killed you?
- Annie Blackburn: [talking backwards] It was my husband.
- Dale Cooper: Annie?
- Annie Blackburn: [talking backwards] Who's Annie? It's me.
- [the Caroline doppelgänger appears]
- Caroline: [talking backwards] It's me. It's me.
- Dale Cooper: Caroline?
- Annie Blackburn: [reappears; talking backwards] You must be mistaken. I'm alive.
- Annie Blackburn: [praying] Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth / As when one cutteth wood upon the earth / But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: / In thee is my trust: leave not me / Keep me from the snares they have laid for me / And the gins of the workers of iniquity / Let the wicked fall into their own nets / Whilst that I withal escape.