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Tuesday June 14, 05

Favorite Thriller~ Silence of The Lambs

07:56 PM


Hannibal Lecter ~ Quotes

"Do you spook easily, Starling?"
"The world is a more interesting place with you in it."
"Fly fly!"
"Quid Pro Quo."
"Love your suit!"

Complete movie script:

One of my favorite scenes from the movie:

                                                                    DR. LECTER
                                                  Jack Crawford must be very busy indeed
                                                  if he's recruiting help from the
                                                  student body. Busy hunting that new
                                                  one, Buffalo Bill... Such a naughty
                                                  boy! Did Crawford send you to ask
                                                  for my advice on him?

                                                  No, I came because we need -

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  How many women has he used, our Bill?

                                                  Five... so far.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  All flayed...?

                                                  Partially, yes. But Doctor, that's
                                                  an active case, I'm not involved. If -

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  Do you know why he's called Buffalo
                                                  Bill? Tell me. The newspapers won't

                                                  I'll tell you if you'll look at this
                                                            (he considers, then
                                                  It started as a bad joke in Kansas
                                                  City Homicide. They said... this one
                                                  likes to skin his humps.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  Witless and misleading. Why do you
                                                  think he takes their skins, Officer
                                                  Starling? Thrill me with your wisdom.

                                                  It excites him. Most serial killers
                                                  keep some sort of trophies.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  I didn't.

                                                  No. You ate yours.

                              A tense beat, then a smile from him, at this small boldness.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  Send that through.

                              She rolls him the questionnaire, in his sliding food tray.
                              He rises, glances at it, turning a page or two disdainfully.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  Oh, Officer Starling... do you think
                                                  you can dissect me with this blunt
                                                  little tool?

                                                  No. I only hoped that your knowledge -

                              Suddenly he whips the tray back at her, with a metallic CLANG
                              that makes her start. His voice remains a pleasant purr.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  You're sooo ambitious, aren't you...?
                                                  You know what you look like to me,
                                                  with your good bag and your cheap
                                                  shoes? You look like a rube. A well-
                                                  scrubbed, hustling rube with a little,
                                                  taste... Good nutrition has given
                                                  you some length of bone, but you're
                                                  not more than one generation from
                                                  poor white trash, are you Officer
                                                  Starling...? That accent you're trying
                                                  so desperately to shed - pure West
                                                  Virginia. What was your father, dear?
                                                  Was he a coal miner? Did he stink of
                                                  the lamp...? And oh, how quickly the
                                                  boys found you! All those tedious,
                                                  sticky fumblings, in the back seats
                                                  of cars, while you could only dream
                                                  of getting out. Getting anywhere -
                                                  yes? Getting all the way - to the

                              His every word has struck her like a tiny, precise dart. But
                              she squares her jaw and won't give ground.

                                                  You see a lot, Dr. Lecter. But are
                                                  you strong enough to point that high-
                                                  powered perception at yourself? How
                                                  about it...? Look at yourself and
                                                  write down the truth.
                                                            (she slams the tray
                                                            back at him)
                                                  Or maybe you're afraid to.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  You're a tough one, aren't you?

                                                  Reasonably so. Yes.

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  And you'd hate to think you were
                                                  common. My, wouldn't that sting!
                                                  Well you're far from common, Officer
                                                  Starling. All you have is the fear
                                                  of it.
                                                  Now please excuse me. Good day.

                                                  And the questionnaire...?

                                                                          DR. LECTER
                                                  A census taker once tried to test
                                                  me. I ate his liver with some fava
                                                  beans and a nice chianti... Fly back
                                                  to school, little Starling.


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