Hannibal Page #8

May I have some wine, please?

I don't think|that's a good idea.

Not with the morphine.

Better you should|eat some broth. OK?

By the way, Starling...

that was a job offering|I worked into the blessing.

I'm going to Congress, you know.

Are you?

Come around|campaign headquarters.

You could be a office girl!|Can you type and file?

Can you take dictation?

Take this down:

Washington is full|of corn-pone country p*ssy.

I took it down.|You said it already.

Now you're being rude,|and I hate rude people.

Drink your broth|like a good boy.

Come on. Sip.

Good.

It's not very good, buddy.

I admit I added something|to yours.

Perhaps it's clashing|with the cumin.

But I assure you,|the next course is to die for.

Come on, Clarice. No.

That's a good girl.

Good.

The brain itself feels no pain,|if that concerns you.

For example, Paul won't miss|this little piece here...

which is the part|of the prefrontal lobe...

which they say is the seat|of good manners.

Your profile at the border|stations has five features.

-I'll trade you.|-"Trade"?

Stop now, and I'll|tell you what they are.

How does that word|taste to you, Clarice?

Cheap and metallic, like...|sucking on a greasy coin?

Who's Clarice?

Agent Starling, Paul.

If you can't keep up|with the conversation...

you better not try|to join in at all.

Me, Paul. I'm Starling.

See.

Here...

Right here is the...

sac that contains the brain.

I would really like some wine!

That smells great.

Yeah. I bet. Why don't you|try a little piece?

I would really like some wine.

It is good.

All right. Just a little.

Given the chance, you would|deny me my life, wouldn't you?

Not your life.

My freedom. Just that.|You'd take that from me.

And if you did, would they|have you back, do you think?

The FBI?

Those people you despise almost|as much as they despise you?

Would they give you a medal,|Clarice, do you think?

Would you have it|professionally framed...

and hang it on your wall|to look at...

and remind you of your courage|and incorruptibility?

All you would need for that,|Clarice, is a mirror.

I had plans for|that smart mouth...

but I'm never gonna|hire her--you now.

Paul?

Remember what I said?

If you can't be polite|to our guests...

you have to sit|at the kiddies' table.

Don't get up, Clarice.

Paul will help me clear|and make the coffee.

Just think about|what I said, Clarice.

Coffee.

I came halfway|around the world...

to watch you run, Clarice.

Let me run, huh?

Tell me, Clarice...

would you ever say to me,|"Stop"?

"If you loved me, you'd stop"?

Not in a thousand years.

Not in a thousand years.

That's my girl.

Now, that's really interesting,|Clarice.

I'm really pressed for time...

so where's the key?

Where's the key?

Above...

or below the wrist, Clarice?

This is really gonna hurt.

Show me your hands!

Identify yourself!

I'm Clarice Starling!

FBI!

What's that?

That's caviar.

What are those?

These are figs.

And that?

And this?

That I don't think|you would like.

It looks good.

-It is good.|-Can I have some?

You're a very unusual boy,|aren't you?

I couldn't eat|what they gave me.

Nor should you.

It isn't even food|as I understand the definition.

Which is why I always|bring my own.

So which would you like to try?

Well, I suppose it's all right.

After all,|as your mother tells you...

and my mother|certainly told me...

"It is important,"|she always used to say...

"always to try new things."

Open up.

Ta-ta. "H."

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