Cordell Doemling: One's eyes adjust to the darkness.
[Mason Verger is going to have Hannibal Lecter fed to wild pigs]
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.
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