"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."

"I'm having an old friend for dinner."

"Hello, Clarice."

"Quid pro quo, Clarice. Quid pro quo."

"First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature?"

"You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today."

"Tell me, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?"

"It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."

"Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard."

"It rubs the lotion on its skin."

"Look deep within yourself, Clarice Starling."

"All good things to those who wait."

"I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner."

"People will say we're in love."

"Oh, and Senator, just one more thing... love your suit."

"A little Sunday charity, Clarice?"

"You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself?"

"What does he do, this man you seek?"

"He kills women."

"No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?"

"He covets. That's his nature."

"How do we begin to covet?"

"We begin by coveting what we see every day."

"Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?"

"You're so-o-o 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, Agent Starling?"

"And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia."

"What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp?"

"You know 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... getting all the way to the FBI."

"You fly back to school now, little Starling. Fly, fly, fly..."

"Mostly I'm interested in your profile of him."

"Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling?"

"Terror. The skins are his trophies. He takes them because he covets them."

"Tell me, Miss Starling, are you licensed to carry that firearm?"

"Yes, I am."

"That's a Smith and Wesson, and you've had your hands on it."

"It's heavy, isn't it?"

"I'm here to ask your help in catching a killer."

"You're very frank, Clarice. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life."

"I've read the case files, Doctor. I think you can help me."

"Nothing happened to me, Officer Starling. I happened. You can't reduce me to a set of influences."

"You're so close to the way you're going to look for the rest of your life."

"You're about one inch away from a full-blown case of a sense of humor failure."

"You're not more than one generation out of the mines, Officer Starling."

"Just your circumstances."

"And what did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?"

"He said, 'I can smell your cunt.'"

"I see. I myself cannot. You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today."

"You went to a second-hand store and you bought a bag that was too good for you."

"You hide in plain sight."

"No! I will not listen to this!"

"You can't reduce me to a set of influences."

"I have no one to talk to."

"You're very strong, aren't you?"

"For a girl, you mean?"

"No. Strong period."

"I'm going to show you why they call me Buffalo Bill."

"Put the fucking lotion in the basket!"

"Now it places the lotion in the basket."

"It places the lotion in the basket or else it gets the hose again."

"Now it will place the lotion in the basket!"

"Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry."

"I'm giving you a chance. What's in it for me?"

"I'm offering you a psychological profile based on case evidence."

"That's the same deal you have with the FBI."

"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Fff-fff-fff-fff!"

"Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to."

"A lack of mirrors."

"You don't have any more vacations to sell, Doctor."

"Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me?"

"I'm a student. I'm here to learn from you."

"Oh, I think your outrage is just the smell of disinfectant, and your compassion is as fake as your tits."

"I'm not sure I can trust you, Dr. Lecter."

"You've been very instructive."

"Keep your eyes on the prize."

"I'm having a friend for dinner. Bye."

"If I help you, Clarice, it will be 'turns' with us too. Quid pro quo."

"I tell you things, you tell me things."

"Not about this case."

"About yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no?"

"Yes. Okay."

"Good. Then tell me, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?"

"You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark and hear the screaming of the lambs."

"And you think if you save poor Catherine, you could make them stop, don't you?"

"You think if Catherine lives, you won't wake up in the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs."

"Tell me, Clarice, is it the same lambs you still hear screaming?"

"Thank you, Clarice. Thank you."

"And thank you, Doctor."

"You're a warrior, Clarice."

"I'm a hunter."

"So am I."

"The world's more interesting with you in it."

"You have to earn this, Clarice."

"I already have."

"Brave Clarice. You will let me know when those lambs stop screaming, won't you?"

"Yes, I will."

"People will say we're in love."

"I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye."