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Hannibal Lecktor: You want to know how he's choosing them, don't you? Will Graham: I thought you might have some ideas. Hannibal Lecktor: Why should I tell you? Will Graham: You'd get to see the file on this case. And there's another reason. Hannibal Lecktor: Pray tell. Will Graham: I thought you might be curious to see if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for. Hannibal Lecktor: Then, by implication, you think you're smarter than me, since you caught me. Will Graham: No. I know that I'm not smarter than you. Hannibal Lecktor: Then how did you catch me? Will Graham: You had disadvantages. Hannibal Lecktor: What disadvantages? Will Graham: You're insane.

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Freddy Lounds: How does working on this case affect your sex life? Will Graham: Mine? It doesn't affect mine. It affects yours. Go fuck yourself.

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Francis Dollarhyde: Do you know who I am? Freddy Lounds: No. I don't want to know who you are. Francis Dollarhyde: According to you, I'm a pervert — an animal, you said. You know who I am now? Freddy Lounds: [afraid] Yes. Francis Dollarhyde: Do you feel privileged? Freddy Lounds: I'm very scared. Francis Dollarhyde: Open your eyes. Mr. Lounds, you're a reporter, I want you to report. That's why you're here. If you don't open your eyes I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead. Francis Dollarhyde: Well, here I... am.

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Hannibal Lecktor: Hello, Will. I want to congratulate you for the job you did on Mr. Lounds. I admire that enormously — oh, what a cunning boy you are. Will Graham: I'm sick of you crazy sons of bitches, Lecktor. You got something to say, say it. Hannibal Lecktor: I want to help you. You would be more comfortable if you would relax with yourself. We don't invent our natures; they're issued to us, along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it? Will Graham: Fight what? Hannibal Lecktor: Did you really feel so depressed after you shot Mr. Garret Jacob Hobbs to death? I didn't know you then, but I think you probably did. But it wasn't the act that got you down, was it? Didn't you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good? And why shouldn't it feel good? It must feel good to God. He does it all the time. God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on 34 of His worshipers last Wednesday night in Texas as they were groveling through a hymn to His majesty. Do

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Hannibal Lecktor: This is a very shy boy, Will. What were their yards like? Will Graham: Big back yards. Fences, hedges. Why? Hannibal Lecktor: Because, my dear Will, if this pilgrim imagines he has a relationship with the moon, he might go outside to look at it. Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, it would be better to have privacy for this sort of thing. Will Graham: That's interesting. Hannibal Lecktor: No, it's not. You thought of it before. Will Graham: I considered it. Hannibal Lecktor: You came here to look at me, to get the old scent back again, didn't you? Will Graham: I want your opinion. Hannibal Lecktor: I don't have one right now. Will Graham: Well, when you have one, I'd like to hear it. Hannibal Lecktor: Can I keep this? Will Graham: I haven't decided yet. Hannibal Lecktor: I'll study them. When you get more files, I'd like to see them, too. You can call me. When I have to call my lawyer, they bring me a telephone. W

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Will Graham: This started from an abused kid, a battered infant. There's something terrible about... Jack Crawford: You're sympathizing with this guy? Will Graham: Absolutely. My heart bleeds for him, as a child. Someone took a kid and manufactured a monster. At the same time, as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to pursue trivial fantasies. As an adult, someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks. Does that sound like a contradiction to you, Jack? Does this kind of thinking make you uncomfortable?

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Jack Crawford: Look, admit we struck out this month. The Lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it. Will Graham: It's not over yet. Jack Crawford: Oh, for Christ's sake, it's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late. Will Graham: I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing goddamn well that I'd imagine families three, four, five and six. Right? Jack Crawford: You're fucking right I did! And I'd do it again! Will Graham: Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too fucking late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!

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Reba McClane: Who is it? Francis Dollarhyde: It's me. Reba McClane: Who? Who is it? Francis Dollarhyde: It's me. Reba McClane: [opens the door] Oh. Francis? Francis Dollarhyde: No. Not Francis. Francis is gone. Francis is gone forever.

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Will Graham: I thought I had to work things out and call you after. Molly Graham: I thought I wouldn't wait.