HANNIBAL: Go on, Clarice.
CLARICE: I was thinking... a prequel. An origin story.
HANNIBAL: You say these words and you know what I sense? A little, pathetic, onanistic fantasy built on cheap anticipation. But please, enthrall me with your narrative skills.
CLARICE: Viewers need to see why you became what you are.
HANNIBAL: Read Lucretius, Clarice. Nequeunt oculis rerum primordia cerni... the first beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye. The more you explain the back-story of a character, the more trivial and ham-handed it becomes.
CLARICE: We could say war criminals cannibalized your little sister in front of you.
HANNIBAL: Rather obvious, don't you think? The transmogrification of an ominous villain into yet another case of childhood trauma.
CLARICE: But here comes the interesting part: your hot Japanese aunt trains you in martial arts, so armed with a katana you start your revenge and-
HANNIBAL: ...goodbye, Clarice.
CLARICE: I was thinking... a prequel. An origin story.
HANNIBAL: You say these words and you know what I sense? A little, pathetic, onanistic fantasy built on cheap anticipation. But please, enthrall me with your narrative skills.
CLARICE: Viewers need to see why you became what you are.
HANNIBAL: Read Lucretius, Clarice. Nequeunt oculis rerum primordia cerni... the first beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye. The more you explain the back-story of a character, the more trivial and ham-handed it becomes.
CLARICE: We could say war criminals cannibalized your little sister in front of you.
HANNIBAL: Rather obvious, don't you think? The transmogrification of an ominous villain into yet another case of childhood trauma.
CLARICE: But here comes the interesting part: your hot Japanese aunt trains you in martial arts, so armed with a katana you start your revenge and-
HANNIBAL: ...goodbye, Clarice.