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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Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen. It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims. I didn't. No. No, you ate yours.
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A census-taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans, and a nice Chianti.
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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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I thought that your knowledge... You're so ambitious, aren't you?
