- Kraujavimas nustojo.
- Ið kur Jûs...
Nieko, paprastas ábrëþimas.
- Daktare, kieno galva stiklainyje?
- Kodël nepaklausiate apie Bufalo Bilà?
- O ar þinote kà nors apie já?
- Galëèiau suþinoti ið bylos.
Pakalbëkime apie ponà Mofet. Sakëte já surasti.
Tikroji pavardë Bendþiaminas Raspelas.
Buvæs mano pacientas, kurio romantiniai polinkiai
pradëjo darytis vis labiau egoistiniai.
Ne að já nuþudþiau, uþtikrinu Jus.
Paslëpiau já toká, koká ir radau, kai
neatvyko á paskirtà susitikimà.
- Kas já nuþudë, jei ne Jûs?
- Kà gali þinoti.
Jam tai geriau. Terapija neteikë vilties.
- Ta suknelë, grimas, Raspelas buvo transvestitas?
- Kaip gyvas ne.

I now just think of him
as a kind of experiment.
A fledgling killer's
first effort at transformation.
How did you feel
when you saw him, Clarice?
Scared at first, then exhilarated.
Jack Crawford is helping your career.
Apparently he likes you and you like him.
I never thought about it.
Do you think Jack Crawford
wants you, sexually?
True, he is much older, but do you think
he visualizes scenarios, ex changes,
fucking you?
That doesn't interest me and, frankly,
it's the sort of thing that Miggs would say.
Not any more.
Thank you, Barney.
What happened to your drawings?
Punishment, you see, for Miggs.
Just like that gospel program.