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The Silence of the Lambs
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
To enter the mind of a killer she must challenge the mind of a madman.
People will say we're in love.
If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?
Yeah she was a big girl, sir.
Your name is?
He said \"I can smell your cunt.\"
Just ignore him, he's not a PhD.
You're very frank, Clarice. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life.
Closer, please. Closer.
You fly back to school, now, little Starling. Fly, fly, fly...
All good things to those who wait.
I can smell your cunt.
Good evening, Clarice.
You don't know what pain is!
His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard.
It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
Believe me, you don't want Hannibal Lecter inside your head.
They don't have a name for what he is.
Lambs. They were screaming.
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