Hannibal Lecter: Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me "Stop. If you loved me, you'd stop"?
Clarice Starling: Not in a thousand years.
Hannibal Lecter: "Not in a thousand years"... That's my girl.
Hannibal Lecter: As your mother tells you, and my mother certainly told me, it is important, she always used to say, always to try new things.
Hannibal Lecter: People don't always tell you what they are thinking. They just see to it that you don't advance in life.
Allegra Pazzi: Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter?
Hannibal Lecter: Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?
Hannibal Lecter: Okey-dokey. Here we go.
Hannibal Lecter: Now you're being rude, and I hate rude people.
Hannibal Lecter: ...would they have you back, you think? The FBI? Those people you despise almost as much as they despise you. Would they give you a medal, Clarice, do you think? Would you have it professionally framed and hang it on your wall to look at and remind you of your courage and incorruptibility? All you would need for that, Clarice, is a mirror.
[apparently about to cut Starling's hand off with a cleaver]
Hannibal Lecter: This is really gonna hurt.
Hannibal Lecter: Dear Clarice, I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective. In our discussions down in the dungeon it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman, figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb's career as a couturier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now, alas, you're in bad odour with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure; a sorry, petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humiliation Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer camp tornado bait white trash and that perhaps you are too? By the way I couldn't help noticing on the FBI's rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal and elevated to the more prestigious 10 Most Wanted list. Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody, cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room bent over papers and computer screens. Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling. Regards, your old pal Hannibal Lecter, M.D. P.S. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice rather I suppose it is a part of the bargain but you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not sure how well I should wish you but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Tata, H.
Clarice Starling: I'll cut you loose. If you touch me, I'll shoot you.
Hannibal Lecter: Understood.
Clarice Starling: Do right, and you'll live through this.
Hannibal Lecter: Spoken like a true Protestant.
Mason Verger: 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.
Mason Verger: 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.
Mason Verger: 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.
Hannibal Lecter: Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody-goody.
Hannibal Lecter: Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts, you naughty girl?
Hannibal Lecter: Clarice, there's nothing I'd love more in the world than to chat with you. Unfortunately, you've caught me at an awkward moment. Please forgive me.
Mason Verger: When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin'... but not to help.
Clarice Starling: I wasn't speaking to you, Mr. Krendler. When I speak to you, you'll know it because I'll look at you.
Hannibal Lecter: [in a letter to Clarice] Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you. But I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Ta-ta, "H."
Hannibal Lecter: Given the chance, you would deny me my life, wouldn't you?
Clarice Starling: Not your life.
Hannibal Lecter: Just my freedom. You'd take that from me.
Hannibal Lecter: Okie dokie, let's drag these down. They must be as heavy as bodies.
Hannibal Lecter: Paul, remember what I said. If you can't be polite to our guests, you have to sit at the kiddies' table.
Hannibal Lecter: You see, the brain itself feels no pain if that concerns you, Clarice.
Clarice Starling: Your profile at the border stations has five features. I'll trade you...
Hannibal Lecter: "Trade"?
Clarice Starling: Stop now and I'll tell you what they are.
Hannibal Lecter: How does that word taste to you, Clarice? Hmm? Cheap and metallic, like sucking on a greasy coin?
Barney: Do you ever think he might come after you? You ever think about him at all?
Clarice Starling: Well, at least thirty seconds of everyday. I can't help it. He's always with me, like a bad habit.
Hannibal Lecter: I came halfway around the world to watch you run, Clarice. Let me run, eh?
Hannibal Lecter: Clarice, what are you doing up? You should be resting. Get back to bed.
Mason Verger: 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.
Hannibal Lecter: On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife.
Clarice Starling: This is from the Guinness Book of World Records, congratulating me on being the female FBI Agent who has shot and killed the most people.
Paul Krendler: Jesus, Starling, what are you doing sitting in the dark?
Clarice Starling: Thinkin' about cannibalism.
Hannibal Lecter: I imagine your little brother must smell almost as bad as you do by now.
Hannibal Lecter: Dear Clarice, I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me, except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated. But you may lack perspective.
Mason Verger: Tell me, Cordell, to you does that look like a wave goodbye... or hello?
Clarice Starling: 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.
Hannibal Lecter: "Io fei gibetto de le mei case." I made my own home be my gallows.
Hannibal Lecter: People don't always say what they're thinking... they just see to it that you don't advance in life.
Hannibal Lecter: Have you met my friend Mason Verger?
Clarice Starling: Yes
Hannibal Lecter: Face to face, so to speak?
Clarice Starling: Face to face
Hannibal Lecter: Attractive, isn't he?
Clarice Starling: Paul, what is it with you? I told you to go home to your wife, that was wrong?
Paul Krendler: Don't flatter yourself, Starling. That was a long time ago. Why would I hold that against you? Besides, this town is full of cornpone country pussy.
Mason Verger: 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?
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.
[Krendler sees all the notes on Lecter that Starling has collected]
Paul Krendler: Jesus, Starling, are you writing a book or are you catching a crook?
Paul Krendler: 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: Cocksucker!
Hannibal Lecter: What if I did it for you?
Clarice Starling: Did what?
Hannibal Lecter: Harmed them, Clarice. The ones who've harmed you. What if I made them scream apologies? No, I shouldn't even say it because you'll feel - with your perfect grasp on right and wrong - that you were somehow accompli- even though you wouldn't be.
Hannibal Lecter: Mason Verger doesn't want to kill me any more than I want to kill him. He just wants to see me suffer in some unimaginable way. He is rather twisted, you know.
Mason Verger: I have immunity from the Justice Department, and I have immunity from the Risen Jesus. And nobody beats the Riz!
Mason Verger: I might be able to get a cookie now, what do you think, Cordell?
Cordell Doemling: I think it would kill you.
Mason Verger: 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.
Mason Verger: 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."
[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?
Mason Verger: 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: Cocksucker.
Special Agent Burke: [Over earpiece] Keep that gun down Bolton. Bolton!
Red Scarf Gang Banger: Damn dude got a piece!
Evelda Drumgo's Bodyguard: Light his ass up!
Clarice Starling: [Over earpiece] Hey it's a go!
Clarice Starling: [Draws gun] FBI! DOWN ON THE GROUND!
Hannibal Lecter: [Prying the knife away from Clarice] Come on Clarice. No. That's a good girl. Good.
Clarice Starling: All right, everyone, pay attention. Here's the layout...
Officer Bolton: Excuse me? I'm Officer Bolton, DC Police.
Clarice Starling: Yes, I can see that from your uniform and badge, how do you do?
Officer Bolton: I'm in charge here.
Clarice Starling: You are?
Officer Bolton: Yes, ma'am.
Clarice Starling: Officer Bolton, I'm Special Agent Starling, and just so we don't get off on the wrong foot, let me explain why we're all here. I'm here because I know Evelda Drumgo, I've arrested her twice on RICO warrants, I know how she thinks. DEA and BATF, in addition to backing me up, are here for the drugs and weapons. You're here - and it's the only reason you're here - because our mayor wants to appear tough on drugs, especially after his own cocaine conviction, and thinks he can accomplish that by the mere fact of having you tag along with us.
Officer Bolton: You got a smart mouth, lady.