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...
