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| Will Graham |
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I liked killing Hobbs. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. And are we not created in his image? |
| Will Graham |
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That depends on who you ask. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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God's terrific. He dropped a Church roof on 34 of his worshippers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn. |
| Will Graham |
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Did God feel good about that? |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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He felt powerful. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Thank you, Clarice. Thank you. |
| Will Graham |
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I might not have time. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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I do. I have oodles. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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You see, the brain itself feels no pain if that concerns you, Clarice. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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"Trade?" How does that word taste to you, Clarice? Cheap and metallic, like, sucking on a greasy coin? |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Bowels in or bowels out? |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Is this Clarice? Why, hello Clarice. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Jack Crawford is helping your career isn't he? Apparently he likes you, and you like him too. |
| Clarice Starling |
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I never thought about it. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Do you think that Jack Crawford wants you sexually? True, he is much older, but do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges, fucking you? |
| Clarice Starling |
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That doesn't interest me Doctor, and frankly, it's, it's the sort of thing that Miggs would say. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Not anymore. |
| Clarice Starling |
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If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir? |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the F-B-I. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. |
| Hannibal Lecter |
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Well, Clarice - have the lambs stopped screaming? |
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