You're very frank, Clarice. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life.

#qt0334842 / read by Shuja-34

Well, Clarice - have the lambs stopped screaming?

#qt0334808 / read by Narmadha-83

The rancher was so angry he sent me to live at the Lutheran orphanage in Bozeman. I never saw the ranch again.

#qt0334807-l / read by Narmadha-83

I didn't get more than a few miles when the sheriff's car picked me up.

#qt0334807-k / read by Narmadha-83

I thought if I could save just one, but... he was so heavy. So heavy.

#qt0334807-j / read by Narmadha-83

I didn't have any food, any water and it was very cold, very cold.

#qt0334807-i / read by Narmadha-83

I took one lamb, and I ran away as fast as I could.

#qt0334807-h / read by Narmadha-83

They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run.

#qt0334807-g / read by Narmadha-83

First I tried to free them. I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouldn't _run_.

#qt0334807-f / read by Shuja-34

I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.

#qt0334807-e / read by Narmadha-83

I heard a strange noise. It was... screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a child's voice.

#qt0334807-d / read by Narmadha-83

Then something woke you, didn't it? Was it a dream? What was it?

#qt0334807-c / read by Narmadha-83

You went to live with cousins on a sheep and horse ranch in Montana. And...?

#qt0334807-b / read by Narmadha-83

After your father's murder, you were orphaned. You were ten years old.

#qt0334807-a / read by Acharya-92

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

#qt0334802 / read by Narmadha-83

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

#qt0334801 / read by Narmadha-83

Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to.

#qt0334799-h / read by Narmadha-83

You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it?

#qt0334799-g / read by Narmadha-83

You know how quickly the boys found you... all those _tedious_ sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI.

#qt0334799-f / read by Narmadha-83

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

#qt0334799-e / read by Acharya-92

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

#qt0334799-d / read by Narmadha-83

Good _nutrition's_ given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor _white trash_, are you, Agent Starling?

#qt0334799-c / read by Narmadha-83

A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste.

#qt0334799-b / read by Shuja-34

You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube.

#qt0334799-a / read by Narmadha-83