Two of her fingernails are broken off, and there's dirt or grit under them.
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Log in. Check your weapon.
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Good evening, Clarice.
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Tell me, Senator.
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Lord Almighty.
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Mr. Crawford?
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Okay, good.
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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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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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You know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube.
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Well, Lecter altered or destroyed most of his patients' histories prior to capture, so there's no record of anyone named Mofet. But I thought the "yourself" reference was too hokey for Lecter, so I figured, he's from Baltimore, and I looked in the phone book, and there's a "Your Self Storage" facility, right outside of downtown Baltimore, sir.
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Yeah, I'm still here, sir. I just... I don't know how to feel about this.
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You don't have to feel any way about it. Lecter did it to amuse himself.
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The contract is in the name of a Miss Hester Mofet.
