Truman. Cooper. Police station. Things are looking up. Transcriptionpalooza!

Cooper: Anything?
Truman: No, not a word. She wants to speak to the South African Consulate.
Cooper: In Twin Peaks?
Truman: [bemused shrug]
Cooper: [stoic glare]
Truman: Why would Eckhardt want me dead?
Cooper: Sexual jealousy.
Truman: Oh, yeah.
Cooper: It's good to have you back, Harry.

Ha! I simply adore that entire exchange, particularly Cooper's response to the completely absurd request to speak to the South African Consulate. Hi. Shut up, "Jones." Harry tells Cooper that he's having a little trouble getting back his "sea legs," and Cooper volleys, "To be honest, it looks like you went down with the ship." Curious as to why those last two lines weren't in the above verbatim transcription of "dialogue that crackles"? Because it doesn't, so much. But this kind of does: Cooper tells Harry to go home and recuperate, but Truman tells Cooper that all he needs is coffee and a little food. Cooper puts on a big smile and outlines his plan: "Surefire cure for a hangover, Harry. You take a glass of nearly frozen, unstrained tomato juice, you plop a couple of oysters in there, you drink it down. Breathe deeply. Next, you take a mound -- and I mean a mound -- of sweetbreads. Sauté 'em with some chestnuts and some Canadian bacon. Finally, biscuits. Big biscuits. Smothered in gravy. Now, here's where it gets tricky. You're gonna need some anchovies…" Truman excuses himself and goes lunging for a nearby bathroom, leaving a smiling Cooper watching after him, nodding, "That should do it." Just when you think it's dead and gone, they pull out a scene really worth watching. However, I have to say that I've eaten far worse things when hungover. And with me, they kind of usually work. I'm just saying, lose the hairy fish and the cow's brains, and I'm pretty much on board for the rest of it. Also, lose the word "mound." And the word "plop."