The Silence of the Lambs

"It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."

Buffalo Bill: "Now it places the lotion in the basket."
Catherine Martin: "Please! Please I wanna go home! I wanna go home please!"
Buffalo Bill: "It places the lotion in the basket."
Catherine Martin: "I wanna see my mommy! Please I wanna see my..."
Buffalo Bill: "Put the fucking lotion in the basket!"

"It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told."

Hannibal Lecter: "Tell me, Senator: did you nurse Catherine yourself?"
Senator Ruth Martin: "What?"
Hannibal Lecter: "Did you breast-feed her?"
Paul Krendler: "Now wait a minute..."
Senator Ruth Martin: "Yes, I did."
Hannibal Lecter: "Toughened your nipples, didn't it?"
Paul Krendler: "You son of a bitch!"
Hannibal Lecter: "Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, mum, when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?"
Senator Ruth Martin: "Take this... *thing* back to Baltimore!"
Hannibal Lecter: "Five foot ten, strongly built, about a hundred and eighty pounds; hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He'd be about thirty-five now. He said he lived in Philadelphia, but he may have lied. That's all I can remember, mum, but if I think of any more, I will let you know. Oh, and Senator, just one more thing: love your suit!"

Hannibal Lecter: "First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?"
Clarice Starling: "He kills women..."
Hannibal Lecter: "No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?"
Clarice Starling: "Anger, um, social acceptance, and, huh, sexual frustrations, sir..."
Hannibal Lecter: "No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now."
Clarice Starling: "No. We just..."
Hannibal Lecter: "No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?"

"Well, Clarice... have the lambs stopped screaming?"

"I do wish we could chat longer, but... I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye."

"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti."