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: So what do ya think, Cordell? Does Lecter want to fuck her or kill her or eat her alive? Cordell Doemling
: Probably all three, though I wouldn't want to predict in what order.
: When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin'... but not to help.
: I have immunity from the Justice Department, and I have immunity from the Risen Jesus. And nobody beats the Riz!
: Tell me, Cordell, to you does that look like a wave goodbye... or hello?
: I guess now you wish you would've fed the rest of me to the dogs. Hannibal Lecter
: No, Mason, I much prefer you the way you are.
: I might be able to get a cookie now, what do you think, Cordell? Cordell Doemling
: I think it would kill you.
: It seemed like a good idea at the time.
: How did he end up at your house? Mason Verger
: I invited him of course... to my pied-à-terre. I came to the door in my nicest come-hither outfit. I was concerned... that he'd be afraid of me. But he didn't seem to be. Afraid of me. That's almost funny now.
: Now *that's* entertainment!
: You know, I thank God for what happened. It was my salvation. Have you accepted Jesus, Agent Starling? Do you have faith? Clarice Starling
: I was raised Lutheran. Mason Verger
: That's not what I asked.
: The good doctor approached me with a piece of broken mirror. "Try this," Hannibal Lecter
: Try peeling off your face... Mason Verger
: "... and feeding it to the dogs."
: Oh, coulda, woulda, should. I mean what do you think about the money? Paul Krendler
: Five. Mason Verger
: Oh, let's just toss it off like 'five'! Let's say it with the respect it deserves. Paul Krendler
: Five-hundred-thousand-dollars. Mason Verger
: Well, that's better, but not much. Will it work? Paul Krendler
: It'll work. Won't be pretty. Mason Verger
: What ever is?
: Cordell, shoot him! Get the gun and shoot him! Cordell Doemling
: Go into the pen? Mason Verger
: Yes! Cordell Doemling
: No, I'm staying out of this. Mason Verger
: You're involved, is what you are, in all of it! Now do it! Cordell Doemling
: No. Mason Verger
: Yes! Hannibal Lecter
: [Cordell is standing behind Mason's wheelchair on a ledge overlooking the wild boar
] Hey, Cordell! Why don't you push him in? You can always say it was me.
[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?
: 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.
[after getting off the phone with Paul Krendler
] Mason Verger
: Isn't it funny? Clarice Starling
: What's that? Mason Verger
: You can look at my face, but you shied when I said the name of God.
: I guess you wish now that you fed the rest of me to the dogs Hannibal Lecter
: No Mason. No I much prefer you the way you are.
: I don't understand why she didn't turn it in she is such a straight arrow Mason Verger
: She didn't turn it in because she didn't receive it, she didn't receive it because it wasn't sent it wasn't sent because he didn't write it he didn't write because I DID! So what do you think will it work? Paul Krendler
: It'll work won't be pretty. Mason Verger
: Whatever is?
] Mason Verger
: [stoned, self-mutilating
] That's entertainment!
: What are you feeding my dogs? Mason Verger
: Just me!
: I'm hungry! Dr. Hannibal Lecter
: Eat your nose then.
: I'm full of myself
: We're going to have some good, funny times, Dr. Lecter...
: I would like you to begin arrangements for Dr. Hannibal Lecter to be eaten alive Dr. Cordell Doemling
: Do you have a preference for how you would like him prepared? Mason Verger
: Oh, Cordell - if I had lips I would smile.