There are shallow rollers, and there are deep rollers. You can't breed two deep rollers÷or their young, their offspring, will roll all the way down÷hit and die. Agent Starling is a deep roller, Barney. Let us hope one of her parents was not.
What is worst about this humiliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe÷they were indeed just good old trailer-camp÷tornado-bait white trash÷and that perhaps you are too?
Your job is to craft my doom÷so I'm not sure how well I should wish you÷but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Ta-ta. "H."
Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her÷and find nurishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?
My life? What is there to say about mine? I have been in a state of hibernation for some time... a little inactive. But now I'm back home and I'm very happy÷and very healthy. You though. It's you I'm worried about.
Do you have so much faith in your abilities that you honestly believe you can somehow simultaneously arrest me and them? It could get very messy, Clarice, like the fish market.
How does that word taste to you, Clarice? Cheap and metallic, like sucking on a greasy coin?
My freedom, just that. You'd take that from me. And if you did, would they have you back, do you think? The FBI? Those people you despise almost as much as they despise you? Will they give you a medal, Clarice, do you think? Would you have it professionally framed and hang it on your wall to look at and remind you of your courage and incorruptibility? All you would need for that, Clarice, is a mirror.
On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife.
I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.
This is really going to hurt.
He's always with me. Like a bad habit.
It's all right. I have immunity from the US Attorney. And I have immunity... from the risen Jesus. And nobody beats the Riz.
Of course you're right, Starling... but it doesn't change anything.
It's a gool deal for you, Starling. You can't pretend it isn't. Get to go back on a celebrated case. I'll take care of the media for your Drumgo killing. Everyone's gonna be happy.
Don't flatter yourself, Starling. That was a long time ago. Why would I hold that against you? Besides, this town is full of cornpone country pussy.
I'm not a bad guy.
That is the Devil. Shaitan, Son of the Morning, I've seen him now.