..And as your mother tells you, as mine told me, it is always good to try new things.
1/ Good evening Clarice, just like old times
2/ Shut up!
1/ So what do you think? Does Lecter wanna fuck her or kill her or eat her or what?
2/ Probably all three… although I wouldn’t wanna predict in what order
Lecter: Hey, Clarice! What if I did it for you? Harmed them, Clarice; the ones who have harmed you. What if I made them scream apologizes? No, I shouldn’t even say it, because you’ll feel, with your perfect grasp of right and wrong, that you were somehow acompli. Starling: Don’t help me. Lecter: No, of course not. Forget I said it.
Above or below the wrist, Clarice?
Allegra: Dr, Fel…Do you believe that a man could become so obsessed with a woman from a single encounter?
Hannibal: Could he dare he feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. Would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?
Bowels in or out?
Dear Clarice, I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me, except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective
Dear Clarice,______________
I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming…. my own never bothered me except of course, of the inconvienience of being incarcerated. But you my lack perspective. In our discussions down in the dungeon it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb’s career as a coutorier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now alas you are in bad odour with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plane pine box crushed by your failure? The sorry petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humilliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect in your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer-camp, tornado-bait, white trash? And that perhaps you are too? Hmmm? By the way I couldn’t help noticing on the FBI rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from bureau’s archive of the commom criminal and elevated to the more prestigious ten most wanted list. Is this coincidence? Are you back on the case? If so….. goody-goody! Cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room bent over papers and computer screens. Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling______________
Regards___________
Your old pal Hannibal Lecter M.D._____________
P.S. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice, rather I suppose this part of the bargain but, you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not yours as well as I should wish you, but I’m sure we’ll have a lot o’ fun._______________
Ta-ta,__________
*H*
din mamma suger kuk i helvete
Drumgo’s HIV positive and she will spit and bite if she’s cornered, so you might want to put these on…And if you happen to be the one who puts her in a patrol car in front of the cameras, and I have a feeling you will be, you don’t want to push her head down, she’ll likely have a needle in her hair.
Hannibal: Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts, you naughty girl?
Hannibal: Did you ever say to me, Clarice, ‘Stop! If you loved me, you’d stop’? Clarice: Not in a thousand years. Hannibal: Not in a thousand years? Thats my girl. (Kisses her.) -Click!- (Clarise hancuffs Hannibal’s wrist to hers) Hannibal: Now Clarice, I’m really pressed for time. So where’s the key? (Clarice refuses to answer) Hannibal: Okay. (Grabs butcher knife from counter) Above the wrist or below? …This is really going to hurt, you know. CHOP!
Hannibal: Did you ever say to me, Clarice, Stop! If you loved me, you’d stop. Clarice: Not in a thousand years. Hannibal: Not in a thousand years? Thats my girl.
Hannibal: Is this Clarice? Well, hello, Clarice.
Hannibal: Tell me Clarice. Would you ever say to me, Stop! If you loved me you’d stop?
Clarice: Not in a thousand years.
Hannibal: Not in a thousand years? That’s my girl.
Hannibal: The reason we are doing it like this, Clarice, is because i like to watch you as we speak with your eyes open. No, it does not excite me, it pleases me. You have very shapely feet. I thought to begin with you might tell me how you feel.
Starling: About what?
Hannibal: The masters you serve and how they’ve treated you. Your career such as it is. Your life, Clarice.
Starling: What about yours?
Hannibal: My life? What is there to say about mine? I have been in hibernation for sometime. A little inactive, but now I’m back home. I’m very happy and very healthy. You, though, it’s you I’m worried about.
Starling: I’m fine.
Hannibal: No, you’re certainly not fine, Clarice. You fell in love with the bureau. The institution only to discover after giving everything you’ve got, that it does not love you back. That in fact, it resents you. Resents you more than the husband and children you gave up to it. Why is that you think? Why are you so resented, Clarice?
Starling: I don’t know.
Hannibal: Well, isn’t it clear? You serve the idea of order, Clarice. They don’t. You believe int he oath that you took, they don’t. You feel it is your duty to protect the sheep; they don’t. They don’t like you because you’re not like them. They hate you and they envy you. They are weak ad unruly, believe in nothing.
Starling: Mason Verger wants to kill you Dr. Lector. Turn yourself into me and I’ll promise no one will hurt you.
Hannibal: Will you stay with me in my present cell and hold my hand, Clarice? We could have some fuunnn. No, Mason Verger does not want to kill me any more than i want to kill him. He just wants to see me suffer in some unimaginable way. He is rather twisted, you know. Okay, back to you now. I want to kno what it is that you think you will do now that everything in the world you’ve ever cared about has been taken away from you? Tell me, Clarice, do you think you’ll work as a chambermaid at a motel on Route 66 just like your mommy? Huh? Are you paying at
Hello Again, Clarice
I have immunity from the U.S. attorneys and I have immunity from the risen Jesus. And nobody beats the riz.
I must confess to you, I am giving very serious thought… to eating your wife.
I should tell you…I’ve given serious thought…to eating your wife.
I wasn’t speaking to you, Mr. Krendler. When I speak to you, you’ll know it because I’ll look at you.
I’ll bet you wished you had fed the rest of me to the dogs.
No, no Mason I prefer you the way you are.
I’m having an old friend for dinner
I’ve been giving some serious consideration to eating your wife.
I’ve been seriously considering having your wife for dinner.
If you can’t keep up with the conversation, best not try to join in.
In our discussions down in the dungeon it was aparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb’s carrier as a coutorier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now alas you are in bad odor with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plane pine box crushed by your failure? The sorry petty end of promissing carrier? What is worst about this humilliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect in your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer-camp, tornado-bait, white trash? And that perhaps you are too?
By the way I couldn’d help noticing on the FBI rudder dull public website that I have been hoisted from burau’s archive of the commom criminal and elevated to the more prestigious ten most wanted list. Is this coincidence? Are you back on the case? If so goody-goody! Cause I need some action Clarice. I need to come out of retirement and return to public life.
Clearly this new assingment is not your choice, rather I suppose this part of the bargain but, you acepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not yours as well as I should wish you, but I’m sure we’ll have a lot o fun. Ta-ta, H.
In our discussions down in the dungeon it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb’s career as a coutorier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now, alas you are in bad odour with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plane pine box crushed by your failure? The sorry petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humiliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect in your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer-camp, tornado-bait, white trash? And that perhaps you are too? By the way I couldn’t help noticing on the FBI rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from bureau’s archive of the commom criminal and elevated to the more prestigious ten most wanted list. Is this coincidence? Are you back on the case? If so goody-goody! Cause I need some action Clarice. I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice, rather I suppose this part of the bargain but, you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not yours as well as I should wish you, but I’m sure we’ll have a lot o’ fun……. Ta-ta, *H*.
Is this Clarice? Well hello, Clarice.
Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody.
Krendler: Jesus, Starling, what are you doing sitting in the dark? Starling: Thinkin’ about cannibalism.
Lecter: Clarice, what are you doing up? You should be resting, get back to bed. Starling: I’m hungry…Hello Paul. Lecter: Paul, don’t be rude, say ‘hello Agent Starling.’ Krendler: Hello Agent Starling…I always wanted to watch you eat. Lecter: What have you got in your hand Clarice? Something to bash me over the head with? Put it on the table…good girl. Paul: Hey! That’s mine! Lecter: Now, sit down…Clarice, love the dress, you’re beautiful. What do you think, Paul? Krendler: Nice…nice. Lecter: Yeah…why don’t you say Grace, Paul? Krendler: Me? Lecter: Yeah. Krendler: Grace? Lecter: Sure. Krendler: Ok, bow your head. Father, we thank thee for thy blessings and d-dedicate them to thy m-mercy we are about to receive, forgive us all, even white trash like Starling here, and bring her into my service…Amen.
Lecter: Good evening, Clar- Starling: Shut up…Can you walk? Lecter: Well, I don’t know. May I try? Starling: I’m going to cut you loose. If you touch me, I’ll shoot you. Lecter: Understood perfectly. Starling: Do right and you’ll live through this. Lecter: Spoken like a protestant…This might go a little quicker if you give me the knife…Clarice? Starling: What? Lecter: My back was turned when you came in. Was that a warning shot, or did you kill the one in the loft?
Lecter: Good evening, Clarice…just like old times. Starling: Shut up…can you walk? Lecter: I can try…you look well. Starling: I’m gonna cut you loose, if you touch me…I’ll shoot you. Lecter: Understood. Starling: Do right and you’ll live through this. Lecter: Spoken like a true protestant…Better hurry. This might go faster if you hand me the knife. There was a third in the loft…No, Clarice…behind me.
Lecter: Tell me Clarice. Would you ever say to me, ‘Stop . . . if you loved me you’d stop?’
Clarice: Not in a thousand years.
Lecter: Not in a thousand years . . . That’s my girl.
Mason Verger: It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Mason Verger: When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-running – but not to help…
Mason: So what do you think, Cordell? Does Lecter want to fuck her or kill her or eat her alive?
Cordell: Probably all three, though I wouldn’t want to predict in what order.
Okee-dokee, then, here we go…
Roller pigeons climb high and fast. Then roll over and fall just as fast towards the earth. There are shallow rollers and there are deep rollers. You can’t breed two deep rollers or their young – their offspring – would roll all the way down, hit, and die. Agent Starling is a deep roller. Let us hope one of her parents was not.
Starling: Alright everyone, pay attention! Here’s the layout. Office Bolton: Excuse me, I’m officer Bolton, D.C police. Starling: Yes, I can see that from your badge. How do you do? Bolton: I’m in charge here. Starling: Officer Bolton, I’m special agent Starling. And just so we don’t get off on the wrong foot, let me explain why we’re all here. I’m here because I know Evelda Drumgo. I’ve arrested her twice on Rico warrants. DEA and ATF, in addition to backing me up, are here for the drugs and the weapons. You’re here because our mayor wants to appear tough on drugs, especially after his own cocaine conviction. And hopes he can accomplish that by having you join us here today. Bolton: You got a smart mouth, lady. Starling: Officer, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you’d let me continue.
Starling: I wanna say something. I think I’m entitled. Noonan: Go ahead. Starling: I think Mr. Mason Verger is trying to capture Dr. Lecter for the purposes of personal revenge. I think Mr. Krendler is in collusion with him and wants the FBI’s efforts against Dr. Lecter to work for Mr. Verger. I think Mr. Krendler is being paid to do this… Krendler: You’re lucky you’re not sworn here today, Starling! Starling: SWEAR ME! YOU SWEAR TOO! Noonan: Clarice, if the evidence is lacking, you’ll be entitled to full reinstatement without prejudice if you don’t do or say anything in the meantime, that would make that impossible.
Starling: I’ll cut you loose. If you touch me, I’ll shoot you. Lecter: Understood. Starling: Do right, and you’ll live through this. Lecter: Spoken like a true Protestant.
Starling: Paul? What is it with you? I told you to go home to your wife. That was wrong? Krendler: Don’t flatter yourself, Starling. Why would I hold that against you? That was a long time ago, and besides, this town is full of cornpone country pussy…That said, I wouldn’t mind having a go with you now if you want to reconsider. Starling: In the gym, anytime. No pads.
The good doctor appproached me with a piece of broken mirror …. he said… *try peeling off your face*
This is from the Guinness Book of World Records, congratulating me on being the female FBI agent who has shot and killed the most people.
What is worst about this humiliation? Is it how your failure will reflect on them? Is your worst fear that people will forever now believe your parents were indeed trailer camp tornado-bait white trash? That you are? Hmmm?
What’s it to be…. bowels in or bowels out??? Just like Judas, or are you confused…. I’ll decide for you, if you’ll permit me
When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes a-running….. but not to help
Would they give you a medal, do you think, Clarice? Would you have it professionally framed and hang it on your wall to remind you of your courage and incorruptibility? All you would need for that is a mirror.
Would you ever say to me stop. If you love me then stop?
Not in a thousand years.
Not in a thousand years? That’s my girl.
You can look at my face, but you shied when I said the name of God.
You see, the brain, itself, feels no pain, Clarice, if that concerns you. For example, Paul won’t miss this little piece here, which is the – part of the prefrontal lobe, which they say is the seat of good manners.
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