Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter:
See ya 'round.

Hannibal Lecter:
Okey-dokey. Here we go.

Hannibal Lecter:
On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife.

Clarice Starling:
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.

Barney:
Do you ever think he might come after you? You ever think about him at all?

Clarice Starling:
Well, at least thirty seconds of everyday. I can't help it. He's always with me, like a bad habit.

Mason Verger:
So what do ya think, Cordell? Does Lecter want to f*** her or kill her or eat her alive?

Cordell Doemling:
Probably all three, though I wouldn't want to predict in what order.

Hannibal Lecter:
Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody-goody.

Hannibal Lecter:
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. 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 couturier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now, alas, you're in bad odour with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure; a sorry, petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humiliation Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect on 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's rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal and elevated to the more prestigious 10 Most Wanted list. Is this coincidence, or 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 it is a part of the bargain but you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not sure how well I should wish you but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Tata, H.

Hannibal Lecter:
People don't always tell you what they are thinking. They just see to it that you don't advance in life.

Hannibal Lecter:
Bowels in or bowels out?

Clarice Starling:
I wasn't speaking to you, Mr. Krendler. When I speak to you, you'll know it because I'll look at you.

Paul Krendler:
Jesus, Starling, what are you doing sitting in the dark?

Clarice Starling:
Thinkin' about cannibalism.

Mason Verger:
When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin'... but not to help.

Hannibal Lecter:
Mason Verger doesn't 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.

Hannibal Lecter:
I imagine your little brother must smell almost as bad as you do by now.

Hannibal Lecter:
Would you ever say to me "Stop. If you love me, stop?"

Clarice Starling:
Not in a thousand years.

Hannibal Lecter:
"Not in a thousand years"... That's my girl.

Hannibal Lecter:
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.

Hannibal Lecter:
Given the chance, you would deny me my life, wouldn't you?

Clarice Starling:
Not your life.

Hannibal Lecter:
Just my freedom. You'd take that from me.

Clarice Starling:
I'll cut you loose. If you touch me, I'll shoot you.

Hannibal Lecter:
Understood.

Clarice Starling:
Do right, and you'll live through this.

Hannibal Lecter:
Spoken like a true Protestant.

Hannibal Lecter:
Now you're being rude, and I hate rude people.

Hannibal Lecter:
Could he daily 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?

Hannibal Lecter:
Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts, you naughty girl?

Hannibal Lecter:
...would they have you back, you think? The FBI? Those people you despise almost as much as they despise you. Would they give you a medal, Clarice, do you think? Would you have it professionally framed and hang it on your wall to look at and remind you of your courage and incorruptibility? All you would need for that, Clarice, is a mirror.

Hannibal Lecter:
Is this Clarice? Why, hello Clarice.

Mason Verger:
I have immunity from the Justice Department, and I have immunity from the Risen Jesus. And nobody beats the Riz!

Hannibal Lecter:
Okie dokie, let's drag these down. They must be as heavy as bodies.

Mason Verger:
Tell me, Cordell, to you does that look like a wave goodbye... or hello?

Mason Verger:
I guess now you wish you would've fed the rest of me to the dogs.

Hannibal Lecter:
No, Mason, I much prefer you the way you are.

Hannibal Lecter:
Good evening, Clarice! Just like old times.

Clarice Starling:
Shut up.

Hannibal Lecter:
I came halfway around the world to watch you run, Clarice. Let me run, eh?

Paul Krendler:
Who's agent Starling?

Hannibal Lecter:
Paul, I told you, if you're going to be rude to our guests you'll have to sit at the kiddie table.

Mason Verger:
It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Mason Verger:
Now *that's* entertainment!

Hannibal Lecter:
"Io fei gibetto de le mei case." I made my own home be my gallows.

Mason Verger:
You know, I thank God for what happened. It was my salvation. Have you accepted Jesus, Agent Starling? Do you have faith?

Clarice Starling:
I was raised Lutheran.

Mason Verger:
That's not what I asked.

Hannibal Lecter:
People don't always say what they're thinking... they just see to it that you don't advance in life.

Hannibal Lecter:
Have you met my friend Mason Verger?

Clarice Starling:
Yes

Hannibal Lecter:
Face to face, so to speak?

Clarice Starling:
Face to face

Hannibal Lecter:
Attractive isn't he.

Hannibal Lecter:
As your mother tells you, and my mother certainly told me, it is important, she always used to say, always to try new things.

Hannibal Lecter:
Clarice, there's nothing I'd love more in the world than to chat with you. Unfortunately, you've caught me at an awkward moment. Please forgive me.

Hannibal Lecter:
Try peeling off your face with this and feeding it to the dogs.

Clarice Starling:
Paul, what is it with you? I told you to go home to your wife, that was wrong?

Paul Krendler:
Don't flatter yourself, Starling. That was a long time ago. Why would I hold that against you? Besides, this town is full of cornpone country p*ssy.

Mason Verger:
Oh, coulda, woulda, should. I mean what do you think about the money?

Paul Krendler:
Five.

Mason Verger:
Oh, let's just toss it off like 'five'! Let's say it with the respect it deserves.

Paul Krendler:
Five-hundred-thousand-dollars.

Mason Verger:
Well, that's better, but not much. Will it work?

Paul Krendler:
It'll work. Won't be pretty.

Mason Verger:
What ever is?

Hannibal Lecter:
This is really gonna hurt.

Mason Verger:
Cordell, shoot him! Get the gun and shoot him!

Cordell Doemling:
And go into the pen?

Mason Verger:
Yes!

Cordell Doemling:
No, I'm staying out of this.

Mason Verger:
You're involved, is what you are! Now do it!

Cordell Doemling:
No.

Mason Verger:
Yes!

Hannibal Lecter:
Hey, Cordell! Why don't you push him in? You can always say it was me.

Cordell Doemling:
One's eyes adjust to the darkness.

Mason Verger:
You will stay for the evening's entertainment, won't you, Cordell?

Cordell Doemling:
If it's all the same to you, I think I'd rather not.

Mason Verger:
Rather not? Or *will* not?

Mason Verger:
Cordell, I think you can leave us now.

Cordell Doemling:
I thought I might stay. Perhaps... I could be useful.

Mason Verger:
You can be *useful* seeing about my lunch.

[Mason Verger is recounting the day Lecter disfigured him]

Mason Verger:
The good doctor approached me with a piece of broken mirror and said, "Try this"...

[In the flashback, Lecter is holding a shard of broken glass]

Hannibal Lecter:
Try peeling off your face...

Mason Verger:
"...and feeding it to the dogs." [In the flashback, Verger cuts off parts of his face] Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Agent Pearsall:
Of course you're right, Starling... but it doesn't change anything.

Clarice Starling:
It changes everything. It changes me.

Mason Verger:
I might be able to get a cookie now. What do you think, Cordell?

Cordell Doemling:
I think it would kill you.

[Verger is preparing to feed Lecter to a pack of wild boars]

Mason Verger:
I suppose now you wish that you had fed the rest of me to the dogs.

Hannibal Lecter:
No, Mason. I much prefer you the way you are.

[Krendler comes home from shopping to find that someone is cooking in the kitchen]

Paul Krendler:
What the f***...

Hannibal Lecter:
[walks in from behind] Good, you brought the wine.

Paul Krendler:
Oh God-- [Lecter smothers him with a dish cloth]

[Lecter has lobotomized Krendler and is preparing to cook his brain]

Hannibal Lecter:
Paul, would you like to say grace?

Paul Krendler:
[in drugged, lobotomized stupor] God bless every one of us, even white trash like Starling.

Hannibal Lecter:
I don't think the Apostle Paul could have put it any better. He hated women too.

Hannibal Lecter:
I came half way around the world, to watch you run, Clarice. Let me run, eh?

[Clarice struggles against Lecter, he forces her against the refrigerator, opens the door and traps her hair, breaking away the handle]

Hannibal Lecter:
Tell me, Clarice, would you ever say to me "stop, if you loved me, you'd stop"?

Clarice Starling:
Not in a thousand years.

Hannibal Lecter:
Not in a thousand years...

[Lecter lunges towards Clarice, baring his teeth; she does not flinch]

Hannibal Lecter:
That's my girl.

[Lecter kisses Starling, but she does not respond. The click of closing handcuffs is heard. Lecter stops, pulls away and lifts his wrist. The two are joined by handcuffs]

Hannibal Lecter:
Now, that's really interesting. But I'm rather pressed for time. Where's the key?

[Clarice does not react. He repeats the line, sounding less calm and more infuriated. Still she does not respond]

Hannibal Lecter:
Okay...

[He takes a meat cleaver from the worktop and lays out her hand]

Hannibal Lecter:
Above or below the wrist, Clarice?

[Clarice still refuses to respond as he raises the cleaver]

Hannibal Lecter:
This is really going to hurt...

Hannibal Lecter:
[to Barney, on a recording from his imprisonment] There are shallow rollers, and there are deep rollers. You can't breed two deep rollers... or their young, their offspring, will roll all the way down, hit, and die. Agent Starling is a deep roller, Barney. Let us hope one of her parents was not.

Hannibal Lecter:
What is worst about this humiliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect on 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?

Hannibal Lecter:
[in a letter to Clarice Starling] By the way I couldn't help noticing on the FBI's rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal and elevated to the more prestigious 10 Most Wanted list. Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody, cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life.

Hannibal Lecter:
[in a letter to Clarice Starling] Your job is to craft my doom... so I'm not sure how well I should wish you... but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Ta-ta. "H."

Hannibal Lecter:
My life? What is there to say about mine? I have been in a state of hibernation for some time... a little inactive. But now I'm back home and I'm very happy, and very healthy. You, though. It's you I'm worried about.

Hannibal Lecter:
Do you have so much faith in your abilities that you honestly believe you can somehow simultaneously arrest me and them? It could get very messy, Clarice, like the fish market.

Clarice Starling:
[about Dr. Lecter] He's always with me. Like a bad habit.

Mason Verger:
[to Clarice] Isn't it funny? You can look at my face... but you shied when I said the name of God.