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It's nothing. It was just a scratch.
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Dr Lecter, whose head is in that bottle?
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Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?
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- Do you know something about him?
- I might if I saw the case file.
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- You could get that for me.
- Why don't we talk about Miss Mofet?
:27:19
You wanted me to find him.
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His real name is Benjamin Raspail,
a former patient of mine,
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whose romantic attachments ran to,
shall we say, the ex otic.
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I did not kill him, merely tucked him
away very much as I found him,
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after he'd missed three appointments.
:27:39
- If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?
- Who can say? Best thing for him, really.
:27:45
His therapy was going nowhere.
:27:48
His dress, make-up...
:27:51
- Raspail was a transvestite?
- In life? Oh, no.
:27:55
Garden-variety manic-depressive.
Tedious, very tedious.
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I now just think of him
as a kind of experiment.
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A fledgling killer's
first effort at transformation.
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How did you feel
when you saw him, Clarice?
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Scared at first, then exhilarated.
:28:14
Jack Crawford is helping your career.
Apparently he likes you and you like him.
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I never thought about it.
:28:22
Do you think Jack Crawford
wants you, sexually?
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True, he is much older, but do you think
he visualizes scenarios, ex changes,
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fucking you?
:28:34
That doesn't interest me and, frankly,
it's the sort of thing that Miggs would say.
:28:40
Not any more.
:28:49
Thank you, Barney.
:28:55
What happened to your drawings?
:28:58
Punishment, you see, for Miggs.
Just like that gospel program.