Dr. Hannibal Lecter: Oh, now you're being rude, and you
know I don't like 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?
Dr. Hannibal Lecter: Are you by any chance trying to trace
my whereabouts, you naughty girl?
Hannibal Lecter: Bowels in or out?
Dr. Hannibal Lecter: I must confess to you, I'm giving very
serious thought... to eating your wife.
[Repeated line] Dr. Hannibal Lecter: Okey dokey.
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.
Hannibal Lecter: Is this coincidence, or are you back on
the case? If so, goody goody.
Clarice: I wasn't speaking to you, Mr. Krendler. When I
speak to you, you'll know it because I'll look at you.
Krendler: Jesus, Starling, what are you doing sitting in
the dark? Clarice: Thinkin' about cannibalism.
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: Your little brother must smell almost as
badly as you do by now.
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 every day. I can't help it. He's always
with me, like a bad habit.
Mason Verger: So, what do you think? Does Lecter want to
fuck her or kill her or eat her, or what? Cordell Doemling:
Probably all three, although I wouldn't want to predict
in what order.
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. Lecter: Not in a thousand years. That's
my girl!
Lecter: Given the chance you'd deny me my life, wouldn't
you? Clarice: Not your life. Lecter: But my freedom... just
that.
Clarice Starling: I'll cut you loose. If you touch me, I'll
shoot you. Dr. Hannibal Lecter: Understood. Clarice Starling:
Do right, and you'll live through this. Dr. Hannibal Lecter:
Spoken like a true Protestant.
Lecter: 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.
