"Answer the door, Laura."
"Sure thing, Mom." (beat) "Hello, can I help you?"
(Barely intelligible European monotone) "Sarah Connor?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Is there a Sarah Connor here? Could I speak to her please?"
"I think you must have the wrong address, mister."
"I have this." (Hands Laura ripped page of phone book)
"This is the P's, mister. Look, Packard to Pulaski. You've circled this address, but it's for Leland & Sarah Palmer – Sarah Palmer, not Sarah Connor."
(beat) "Fuck you." (Turns and leaves)
"Likewise, I'm sure."
"Who was that unintelligible idiot, Laura?"
"Just the Governor of California, Mom."