It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
I’m having an old friend for dinner.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
You can’t cicatrize me, Clarice.
I do wish we could chat longer, but I’m having an old friend for dinner.
Clarice, your problem is you need to get more fun out of life.
We’re not monsters, we’re just human beings.
The world is more interesting than you think, Clarice.
It was a full moon when I was born.
Buffalo Bill’s got a real thing for skin.
I knew you’d come, Clarice. You’re so predictable.
What’s your worst fear, Clarice?
You think you can play me like a fiddle, don’t you?
I want to see you with the lambs, Clarice.
Every time you scream, a lamb is slain.
Find the nurse, Clarice. She knows him.
Listen to the silence, Clarice.
Let’s play a game, shall we?
You’ve got that special kind of courage.
Fear is the strongest weapon against freedom.
I could smell your fear from a mile away.
It takes a killer to catch a killer.
The silence is deafening, isn’t it?
A man needs a hobby.
Do you ever feel like you’re being watched?
The lambs would scream one last time.
I see you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty.
Behind every mask lies a story.
You can’t escape your past, can you?
You must confront your own demons, Clarice.
Sometimes the prey becomes the predator.
I have a certain expertise in fear.
Can you hear them calling, Clarice?
Every monster has a past.
Silence always speaks volumes.
In the darkest corners of the mind, the truth lies hidden.
To tame the beast, you must understand its nature.
Your instincts are sharper than you realize.
What do you dream about, Clarice?
Survival is an art, not a science.
The shadows hold more than just darkness.
You were meant for something greater than this.
A simple question can unlock complex fears.
What is a friend if not a confidant?
Every scream tells a story.
The thrill of the chase is intoxicating.
Echoes of the past linger in silence.
Lambs aren’t the only ones who bleed.
The mind is a labyrinth of whispers.
In the end, we all wear masks.
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