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: [in a letter to 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. Ta-ta, "H."
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.
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