1)"What
became of your lamb, Clarice?" "He killed him." "You
still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark, hear the screaming of
the lambs." "Yes." "And you think, if you saved poor
Catherine, you could make them stop, don't you? You think if Catherine lives,
you won't wake up in the dark ever again... to that awful screaming of the lambs."
"I don't know. I don't know."
"Thank you, Clarice."
2)"If
you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?"
"Who can say? Best thing for him really, his therapy was going
nowhere.":
3)"Most
serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims." "I
didn't."
"No. No, you ate yours."
4)"You
know what you look like to me 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 some length of bone, but you're
not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent
Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: poor
West Virginia. What does your father do? Is he a coal miner? Does
he stink of the lamp? And oh how quickly the boys found you. All those
tedious sticky fumblings in the backseats of cars, while you could
only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to
the F.B.I."
5)"Put
the fucking lotion in the basket!"
6)"I
do wish we could chat longer but... I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye"
"Dr. Lecter? Dr. Lecter?"
7)
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