Senator Martin, Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Dr. Lecter, I brought an affidavit guaranteeing your new rights.
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Answer me, Hannibal.
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They were lovers, you see. But Raspail had become very frightened.
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Access to Lecter is strictly limited. We've been getting death threats. I understand, sir.
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Did you nurse Catherine yourself? -What? -Did you breast-feed her? -Now, wait a minute! -Yes, I did. -Toughened your nipples, didn't it? -You son of a bitch! Amputate a man's leg, and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, Mom, when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you? Take this thing back to Baltimore.
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Stand outside and shut the door.
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-You okay? -Gunpowder. It's nothing. I'm okay. Agent Starling, how did you track Buffalo Bill to this address?
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I'm going to show you why we insist on such precautions. On the afternoon of July 8, 1981, he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary. His mouthpiece and restraints were removed for an EKG. When the nurse leaned over him, he did this to her. The doctors managed to reset her jaw, more or less, save one of her eyes. His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
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Wait!
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-Catherine Martin? -Yes! FBI! You're safe! Safe, shit! Get me out of here! You're all right, Catherine. Where is he? How the fuck should I know? Just get me out of here! Catherine, you've got to be quiet. Now shut that dog up! Just get me out of here!
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Pilch, could you take our picture?
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Don't go! Please! Quiet!
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Pity about poor Catherine, though.
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Well, I'm sure this is a great town, Dr. Chilton, but my instructions are to talk to Dr. Lecter and report back this afternoon.
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I won't waste your time or Catherine's time bargaining for petty privileges. Clarice Starling and that awful Jack Crawford have wasted far too much time already. I only pray they haven't doomed the poor girl.
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No, we don't. Yeah. Here's that number. Very good, Mr. Gordon. May I use your phone, please? Sure you can use my phone. Freeze! Put your hands over your head! And turn around! Spread your legs! Spread your legs! Put your hands in the back! Thumbs up! Freeze!
