I'm stumped.
#1: Why did she get sick of the beach? Everybody LOVES the beach...except for those of us who hate to get sand between our toes. Given the fact that she had no legs, I would wager that she had no toes, either, which makes her hatred of the beach all the more perplexing. Damn you, David Lynch!
#2: The double-amputee said, "He told me that everything was fine between Helen and him." Clearly, "Helen" symbolically represents her left stump and "him" symbolically represents her right stump. From this, we can logically deduce that "He" is the double-amputee's gynecologist, who had recently given her a clean bill of health....which is nice. Good one, David Lynch!
#3: The lady with no legs said that Harry had turned on all of the burners on the stove before leaving the cabin because he wanted to set fire to the whole row. Question: Is "Harry" a real person or is he actually the personification of a furry woodland creature -- a woodchuck, let's say -- that is busy hibernating in a crawl space beneath the cabin's floorboards? If so, why on earth would Harry the Woodchuck want to burn down a building above his comfy hibernation den? And how the hell could he even reach -- let alone operate -- the knobs on the stove? Damn you, David Lynch! The furry woodland creatures that inhabit your films are always unrealistically skilled and intelligent!
#4 What about the nurse? Is he wearing the same wig that Norman Bates wore in Alfred Hitchcock's classic film of suspense and horror, "Psycho"? The furry woodland creatures that Hitchcock used were neither skilled nor intelligent. They were all dead, stuffed and mounted on Norman's office walls. Damn you, David Lynch! Why couldn't you mount some dead chickens on the wall and make them bleed when you poke them with a fork!?
That's three "Damn you's! and a "Good one!". Not bad, David Lynch! If you were my pit bull Meat-boy, I would give you a biscuit and take you to the doggy park where you can play with all your little doggy friends.
Having made these facts perfectly clear, I can now move on with my life knowing that all is well in this strange world that I share with the great David Lynch.
(Alfred Hitchcock is dead, so he's not included.)
Thank you, one and all.