-Time, Pilch. My move. -No fair. You lured him with produce. Tough noogies. Still my turn.
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One in the leg.
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We're pretty sure he's somewhere on two, sir. That's all for now. Over.
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The contract is in the name of a Miss Hester Mofet.
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I sure appreciate you letting me take a look around, Mr. Bimmel.
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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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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.
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Look at the blood!
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-Was it a cattle ranch? -Sheep and horses.
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They shot him.
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It looks like she's tried to claw her way through something. Ray, get pictures of her teeth. We'll fax them through Missing Persons. Right.
