Lloyd Bowman:
You're so sly... but so am I.
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
You want the scent? Smell yourself!
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Save yourself, kill them all!
Will Graham:
I know that I'm not smarter than you.
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Then how did you catch me?
Will Graham:
You had disadvantages.
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
What disadvantages?
Will Graham:
You're insane.
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Dream much... Will?
Will Graham:
It's just you and me now, sport. And I'm going to find you, God damn it.
Jack Crawford:
You feel sorry for him.
Will Graham:
As a child, my heart bleeds for him. Someone took a little boy and turned him into a monster. But as an adult... as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to fulfill some sick fantasy. As an adult, I think someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks.
Molly:
You're talking - about doing exactly what you said you'd...
Will Graham:
This killing... it's gotta stop.
Molly:
William... your gonna make yourself sick or get yourself killed.
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!
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
And if one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is.
Will Graham:
l'm sick of you, Lecktor. If you've got something to say, say it!
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
l want to help you, Will. You'd be more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself! We don't invent our natures, they're issued to us with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it?
Will Graham:
Fight what?
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Did you really feel depressed after you shot Mr. Garrett Jacob Hobbes to death? l think you probably did. But it wasn't the act that got to you. Didn't you feel so bad, because killing him felt so good? And why shouldn't it feel good? lt must feel good to God. He does it all the time. God's terrific! He dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshippers in Texas last Wednesday night, just as they were groveling through a hymn to his majesty. Don't you think that felt good?
Will Graham:
Why does it feel good, Dr. Lecktor?
Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
lt feels good because God has power. lf one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is. God's a champ. He always stays ahead. He got 140 Phillipinos in one plane crash last year. Remember that earthquake in ltaly last spring?
Francis Dollarhyde:
You owe me awe!
Francis Dollarhyde:
It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Tremble.
[
Will Graham releases the jogger he has just mistakenly tackled]
The Runner:
[
to the cops] What you movin' in slow motion for, man? I'm being mugged.
Jack Crawford:
If I really didn't need you to come back, I wouldn't ask.
[
Francis keeps Reba from touching his face]
Francis Dollarhyde:
Take my word for it. I'm smiling.
Reba McClane:
Hey, I didn't mean to offend you.
Francis Dollarhyde:
Do you imply that I'm queer?
Freddy Lounds:
God, no.
[
Francis plays a home video of the family he intends to kill]
Reba McClane:
What are you watching?
Francis Dollarhyde:
Just a little homework.
Kevin Graham:
When are you gonna kill him?
Will Graham:
I'm not. It's only my job to find him.
Lloyd Bowman:
What about sweating Lecktor?
Will Graham:
We tried sodium amatol on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave 'em a recipe for potato chip dip.
[
to Jack, about the Tooth Fairy]
Will Graham:
You think I'm gonna see him standing in the street and say "there he is"? That's Houdini you're thinking of.
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 God damn well that I'd image 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!
[
Will remembers the recording on the Leeds' answering machine]
Mrs. Leeds:
[
recording] Hi, this is Valerie Leeds. Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now.
Will Graham:
I'm sorry, too.
[
the subject of Hannibal Lector has been brought up]
Kevin Graham:
What happened?
Will Graham:
Well, Lector was attacking college girls, and he killed them.
Kevin Graham:
How?
Will Graham:
In bad ways.
Francis Dollarhyde:
Do you know who I am?
Freddy Lounds:
I don't want to know who you are.
Francis Dollarhyde:
According to you, I'm a sexual pervert... an animal, you said. You know who I am now?
Freddy Lounds:
Yes.
Jack Crawford:
So, Will, have you seen this week's Tatler?
Will Graham:
It's not on my preferred reading list, Jack.
Jack Crawford:
Yeah, well, uh, your picture's all over the front page.
Will Graham:
Who the hell was it? Lounds?
Jack Crawford:
Of course. Who else?
Will Graham:
Damn it, Jack. I promised Molly. I promised her.
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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