Will Graham: This started from an abused kid, a battered infant... There's something terrible about...
Jack Crawford: What are you, sympathizing with this guy?
Will Graham: Absolutely... My heart bleeds for him, as a child. Someone took a kid and manufactured a monster. At the same time, as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to pursue trivial fantasies... As an adult, someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks...
Will Graham: Do you think that's a contradiction, Jack? Does this kind of understanding make you uncomfortable?
Jack Crawford: Look, admit we struck out this month. The lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it.
Will Graham: It's not over yet.
Jack Crawford: Oh, for Christ's sake, it's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late.
Will Graham: I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing God damn well that I'd imagine families three, four, five and six. Right?
Jack Crawford: You're fucking right I did! And I'd do it again!
Will Graham: Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too fucking late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!
Lloyd Bowman: What about sweating Lecktor?
Will Graham: We tried sodium amytal on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave 'em a recipe for potato chip dip.
Will Graham: I know that I'm not smarter than you.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: Then how did you catch me?
Will Graham: You had disadvantages.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: What disadvantages?
Will Graham: You're insane.
Will Graham: [watching the Leeds and Jacobi films side by side] And you know you need a bolt-cutter and every other Goddamn thing... Because everything with you is seeing, isn't it? Your primary sensory intake that makes your dream live is seeing... Reflections... Mirrors... Images...
Will Graham: [stunned realization] You've seen these films! Haven't you, my man?
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: And if one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is.
Will Graham: l'm sick of you, Lecktor. If you've got something to say, say it!
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: l want to help you, Will. You'd be more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself! We don't invent our natures, they're issued to us with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it?
Will Graham: Fight what?
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: Did you really feel depressed after you shot Mr. Garrett Jacob Hobbes to death? l think you probably did. But it wasn't the act that got to you. Didn't you feel so bad, because killing him felt so good? And why shouldn't it feel good? lt must feel good to God. He does it all the time. God's terrific! He dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshippers in Texas last Wednesday night, just as they were groveling through a hymn to his majesty. Don't you think that felt good?
Will Graham: Why does it feel good, Dr. Lecktor?
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: lt feels good because God has power. lf one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is. God's a champ. He always stays ahead. He got 140 Filipinos in one plane crash last year. Remember that earthquake in ltaly last spring?
Will Graham: It's just you and me now, sport. And I'm going to find you, God damn it.
[Will remembers the recording on the Leeds' answering machine]
Mrs. Leeds: [recording] Hi, this is Valerie Leeds. Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now.
Will Graham: I'm sorry, too.
Will Graham: He never regained consciousness. Did you hear the tape?
Jack Crawford: Yeah. Listen, Bowman just broke the code that Lektor used in the Tattler personal ad. It was the State of Maryland statutes. You need to know what it said right now?
Will Graham: What?
Jack Crawford: Listen to me, everything's OK, I've taken care of it.
Will Graham: What is it, Jack?
Jack Crawford: [angry] Bastard gave him your home address. It said 'Graham home, 3860 DeSoto Highway, Captiva, Florida. Save yourself, kill them all.'
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: You want the scent? Smell yourself!
Will Graham: The Tooth Fairy's gonna go on until we get smart or we get lucky. He won't stop.
Jack Crawford: Why not?
Will Graham: He's got a genuine taste for it.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.
Molly Graham: You're talking about doing exactly what you said you'd...
Will Graham: This killing... it's gotta stop.
Molly Graham: William... you're gonna make yourself sick or get yourself killed.
[Will Graham releases the jogger he has just mistakenly tackled]
The Runner: [to the cops] What you movin' in slow motion for, man? I'm being mugged.
Francis Dollarhyde: Do you know who I am?
Freddy Lounds: I don't want to know who you are.
Francis Dollarhyde: According to you, I'm a sexual pervert... an animal, you said. You know who I am now?
Freddy Lounds: Yes.
Reba McClane: Who is it?
Francis Dollarhyde: It's me.
Reba McClane: Who? Who is it?
Francis Dollarhyde: It's me.
Reba McClane: [opens the door] Oh. Francis?
Francis Dollarhyde: No. Not Francis. Francis is gone. Francis is gone forever.
Jack Crawford: So what are we doing?
Will Graham: The dream. He dreams about being wanted and desired. So he changes people into beings who want and desire him.
Jack Crawford: Changes?
Will Graham: It's a word. Killing and arranging the people to imitate it. And Lecktor told me something: "If one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is." You put it together, you get: If our boy imitates being wanted and desired enough times, he believes he will become one who is wanted and desired and accepted. It'll all come true.
Francis Dollarhyde: It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Tremble.
[Francis plays a home video of the family he intends to kill]
Reba McClane: What are you watching?
Francis Dollarhyde: Just a little homework.
[to Jack, about the Tooth Fairy]
Will Graham: You think I'm gonna see him standing in the street and say "there he is"? That's Houdini you're thinking of.
[the subject of Hannibal Lector has been brought up]
Kevin Graham: What happened?
Will Graham: Well, Lector was attacking college girls, and he killed them.
Kevin Graham: How?
Will Graham: In bad ways.
Molly: [looking at the turtles in the hatchery] How many of 'em made it ?
Will Graham: Most of 'em... Most of 'em made it!
Woman: [voice] Are you ready for your call to your lawyer?
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Yes, thank you.
[as the call is being placed, Lecktor jimmies open the telephone]
Woman: [voice] Faltro, Christians and Gollub Law Offices. Can I help you?
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Oh, excuse me. I must have mis dialed.
[Lecktor waits until there is a dial tone, then uses an aluminum strip on a stick of chewing gum to activate the dial beacon on the inside of the phone triggering a ringing send response]
Male Operator: [voice] Thank you for using AT&T, this is Operator 24.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [as he re-assembles back the phone] Operator, I don't have the use of my arms. Would you be so kind as to dial a number for me, please?
Male Operator: [voice] Certainly. What's the number?
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] 301-555-6624.
[the phone now rings outbound]
Secretary: [voice] University of Chicago Department of Psychology.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Dr. Sydney Bloom, please.
Secretary: [voice] He's not in right now, but I'll connect you to his office.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] What's his secretary's name again?
Secretary: [voice] Martha King. Just a moment, please.
[the phone rings again]
Secretary: [voice] Hello? Martha King's desk.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Hi? Martha?
Secretary: [voice] No, Martha doesn't come in nights. I'm only a temp.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Maybe you can help me. This is Bob Greer of Blaine and Edwards Publishing Company. Dr. Bloom asked me to send a copy of 'The Psychiatrist and the Law' to someone, but Martha never sent me the address and phone number.
Secretary: [voice] She'll be in in the morning. You can call her back then.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Well... uh, I have to catch a Federal Express plane in about five minutes. I'd be immensely appreciative if you could pull it out of the rolodex for me.
Secretary: [voice] I don't see a rolodex.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] I'll bet she has a call caddie right next to her phone.
Secretary: [voice] Yeah, I see it.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Well zip that little pointer right on down to the letter 'G'.
Secretary: [voice] All right.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] The name I'm looking for, the last name is Graham. The man the book is supposed to be sent to. Mr. Will Graham.
Secretary: [voice] It says he works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation 10th and Pennsylvania in Washington DC.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone] Now, I'll bet it has his home address there too.
Secretary: [voice] 3680 De Soto Highway, Captiva, Florida.
Dr. Hannibal Lecktor: [into the phone; makes an evil smirk] Thank you so very much.
[Francis keeps Reba from touching his face]
Francis Dollarhyde: Take my word for it. I'm smiling.
Reba McClane: Hey, I didn't mean to offend you.
Jack Crawford: We should have talked at the boatyard. You don't wanna talk about it here.
Will Graham: I'm not fallin' all over myself to talk about much anywhere, Jack.
Kevin Graham: Dad! Hey, Dad!
Will Graham: [Kevin sees Will's scars] Oh, it looks worse than it is, pal.
Will Graham: See the turtles?
Kevin Graham: Wow!
Freddy Lounds: How does working on this case affect your sex life?
Will Graham: Mine? It doesn't affect mine, it affects yours. Go fuck yourself!
Jack Crawford: If I really didn't need you to come back, I wouldn't ask.
Jack Crawford: Listen, Will, have you seen this week's Tattler?
Will Graham: [scoffs] It's not on my preferred reading list, Jack.
Jack Crawford: Yeah, well, uh... your picture's all over the front page.
Will Graham: Who the hell was it? Lounds?
Jack Crawford: Of course. Who else?
Will Graham: Damn it, Jack! I promised Molly. I promised her!