:16:01
Oh, Agent Starling, you think you can
dissect me with this blunt little tool?
:16:06
No. I thought that your knowledge...
:16:09
You're so ambitious, aren't you?
:16:12
Do you know what you look like, with
your good bag and your cheap shoes?
:16:15
You look like a rube.
:16:17
A well-scrubbed, hustling rube,
with a little taste.
:16:22
Good nutrition's given you length of bone,
:16:24
but you're not more than one generation
from poor white trash, are you?
:16:30
And that accent you've tried so
desperately to shed: pure West Virginia.
:16:35
What is your father, dear? Is he
a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp?
:16:39
How quickly the boys found you.
:16:41
All those tedious, sticky fumblings
in the back seats of cars,
:16:45
while you could only dream of
getting out, getting anywhere,
:16:48
getting all the way to the FBI.
:16:55
You see a lot, Doctor.
:16:58
But are you strong enough to point
that high-powered perception at yourself?
:17:04
What about it? Why don't you look at
yourself and write down what you see?
:17:10
Or maybe you're afraid to.
:17:21
A census taker once tried to test me.
:17:24
I ate his liver with some fava beans
:17:27
and a nice Chianti.
:17:37
You fly back to school now, little Starling.
:17:41
Fly, fly, fly.
:17:57
I bit my wrist so I can die.