Silence of the lambs

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HANNIBAL LECTER
You're so ambitious, aren't you? Do you know what you look like, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look Like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube, with a little taste.
Good nutrition's given you length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your Father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? 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 STARLING
You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to.

HANNIBAL LECTER
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. You fly back to school now, little Starling. Fly, fly, fly.

MIGGS
I bit my wrist so I can die. Look at the blood! Got ya!

HANNIBAL LECTER
Miggs, you stupid fuck! I'm gonna kill him! Agent Starling! Come back! Agent Starling! Agent Starling! I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly.

CLARICE STARLING
Then do this test.

HANNIBAL LECTER
No, but I'll give you a chance for what you love most.

CLARICE STARLING
And what is that?

HANNIBAL LECTER
Advancement. Listen carefully. Look deep within yourself, Clarice Starling. Go seek out Miss Mofet, an old patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T.
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