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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.
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...
He said \"I can smell your cunt.\"
Your name is?
Lambs. They were screaming.
If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?
Yeah she was a big girl, sir.
People will say we're in love.
Good evening, Clarice.
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.
I can smell your cunt.
Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
To enter the mind of a killer she must challenge the mind of a madman.
You don't know what pain is!
His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
All good things to those who wait.
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