Clarice Starling:
The wig, the dress, the makeup. Raspail was a transvestite?
Hannibal Lecter:
In life? Oh, no. Garden-variety Manic Depressive. Tedious, very tedious. I did not kill him I assure you just tucked him away, very much as I found him, after he'd missed three appointments.
Clarice Starling:
If you didn't kill him, who did?
Hannibal Lecter:
Who can say? Best thing for him, really, his therapy was going nowhere. No, just think of him as a fledgling killer's first attempt at transformation.
Clarice Starling:
What do you mean fledgling killer? Do you mean he's killed again?
Hannibal Lecter:
I've been in this room for eight years, now Clarice, and I know they'll never let me out, not while I'm alive. What I want is a view where I can see a tree, or even water. I want to be in a federal institution far away from Doctor Chiltern. I'll help you catch him, Clarice.
Clarice Starling:
You know who he is, don't you? Tell me who decapitated your patient.
Hannibal Lecter:
All good things to those who wait. I've waited, but how long can you and Jackie-boy wait? Our little Billy must already be looking for that next special someone.
