The Silence of the Lambs

Sound clips from The Silence of the Lambs

Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver. With some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. 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. What’s your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of olean? You know 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.
Clarice: You see allot, Doctor.

Lecter: Tell me, Senator. Did you nurse Katherine yourself?
Senator Martin: What?
Lecter: Did you breast feed her?
Aide: Now wait a minute…
Senator Martin: Yes. I did.
Lecter: Toughened your nipples, didn’t it?
Aide: You son of a bitch…
Lecter: 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?
Senator Martin: Take this “thing” back to Baltimore.
Lecter: Five foot ten, strongly built, about 180 pounds. Hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He’d be about 35 now. He said he lived in Philadelphia but may have lied. That’s all I can remember Mom, but if I think of any more I will let you know. Oh, and Senator? Just one more thing… love your suit.

Clarice: If you didn’t kill him then who did, sir?
Lecter: Who can say? Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.