A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
People will say we’re in love.
Believe me, you don’t want Hannibal Lecter inside your head.
Quid pro quo, Clarice.
I do wish we could chat longer, but I’m having an old friend for dinner.
When you leave this room, you will only have three things: your suitcase, your passport, and your life.
Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?
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.
I’ve been in this room for eight years, Clarice. I know they will never let me out while I’m alive.
We begin by coveting what we see every day.
You think if Catherine lives, you won’t wake up in the dark anymore.
We’re all sensitive people, with so much to give.
All good things to those who wait.
Anthrax Island – do you know what that is, Clarice?
Tick-tock, Clarice. Are you still working on your case?
I’m not a monster, I’m just ahead of the curve.
Love your suit, Jack. I myself cannot wear a muted color; it’s not flattering to my complexion.
Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. Our Billy wasn’t born a criminal, Clarice. He was made one through years of systematic abuse.
It’s not the flesh we’re interested in, it’s the mind.
Silence of the lambs quotes part 2
First principles, Clarice. Simplicity.
Clarice Starling, FBI. Do you know how many times we’ve heard that line on television?
You wake up and you look in the mirror, and you think ‘oh, I really don’t like what I see’.
A census taker once tried to test me, I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
What is the first and principal thing he does? What need does he serve by killing?
We covet what we see, don’t we?
Ask me to take off my shirt.
We’ve been calling him Buffalo Bill because he skins his humps.
You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube.
I do wish we could chat longer, but I’m having an old friend for dinner.
People will say we’re in love.
I’m having an old friend for dinner.
You don’t mind if I have a look around, do you? I’m curious.
We begin by coveting what we see every day.
He’ll never give up his search until the thorn or the thorn’s seeker is dead.
If he’s dead, he won’t come after her.
He covets.
Their screams were not limited to the Orestes
Does he take it? Or set it free?
The silence, the lambs, the screams are real!
People will say we’re in love.
A man huddled in fear close to the skin of evil.
The tender, new cherry blossoms had dreams of their own.
I’ve been in this room for eight years, Clarice. I know they will never let me out while I’m alive.
Through the looking glass.
What did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
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