What does your father do? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? And, oh, 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 see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you... Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Maybe you're afraid to.
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Miggs! You stupid fuck!
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Johnny, hold your fire. We're coming into the car. -We're opening the hatch. -Watch his hands. If there's any fire, it'll come from us. Affirm. Got it.
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If I had sent you in there with an actual agenda, Lecter would have known it instantly. He would have toyed with you, then turned to stone.
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Ligature marks found around the wrists, not around the ankles. This would indicate that the skinning was postmortem.
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-Time, Pilch. My move. -No fair. You lured him with produce. Tough noogies. Still my turn.
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Oh, Agent Starling, you think you can dissect me with this blunt, little tool? No.
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Oh, Jack. What do you make of these?
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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.
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And there you have it.
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Nice and slow, baby.
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Her bedroom's how she left it.
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Okay.
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You know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube.
