The Silence of the Lambs 1991
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