The Silence of the Lambs
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:15:01
Please tell me.
The newspapers won't say.

:15:05
It started as a bad joke
in Kansas City Homicide.

:15:08
They said
"This one likes to skin his humps."

:15:13
Why do you think he removes
their skins, Agent Starling?

:15:19
Thrill me with your acumen.
:15:21
It ex cites him. Most serial killers keep
some sort of trophies from their victims.

:15:27
- I didn't.
- No. No, you ate yours.

:15:33
You send that through now.
:16:01
Oh, Agent Starling, you think you can
dissect me with this blunt little tool?

:16:06
No. I thought that your knowledge...
:16:09
You're so ambitious, aren't you?
:16:12
Do you know what you look like, with
your good bag and your cheap shoes?

:16:15
You look like a rube.
:16:17
A well-scrubbed, hustling rube,
with a little taste.

:16:22
Good nutrition's given you length of bone,
:16:24
but you're not more than one generation
from poor white trash, are you?

:16:30
And that accent you've tried so
desperately to shed: pure West Virginia.

:16:35
What is your father, dear? Is he
a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp?

:16:39
How quickly the boys found you.
:16:41
All those tedious, sticky fumblings
in the back seats of cars,

:16:45
while you could only dream of
getting out, getting anywhere,

:16:48
getting all the way to the FBI.
:16:55
You see a lot, Doctor.
:16:58
But are you strong enough to point
that high-powered perception at yourself?


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