Dear Clarice,______________ I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming.... my own never bothered me except of course, of the inconvienience of being incarcerated. But you my lack perspective. In our discussions down in the dungeon it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb's career as a coutorier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now alas you are in bad odour with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plane pine box crushed by your failure? The sorry petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humilliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect in your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer-camp, tornado-bait, white trash? And that perhaps you are too? Hmmm? By the way I couldn't help noticing on the FBI rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from bureau's archive of the commom criminal and elevated to the more prestigious ten most wanted list. Is this coincidence? Are you back on the case? If so..... goody-goody! Cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room bent over papers and computer screens. Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling______________ Regards___________ Your old pal Hannibal Lecter M.D._____________ P.S. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice, rather I suppose this part of the bargain but, you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not yours as well as I should wish you, but I'm sure we'll have a lot o' fun._______________ Ta-ta,__________ *H*   (Hannibal)

Susan: He's a Jew Alex: How do you know? Susan: I've had a look.   (American Werewolf in London, An)

Shutup Checkers, or I'll feed you to the Chinese!   (Dick)

D: ...certain as death and taxes J: death and taxes? D: yes. J: death and taxes? (looks at bill) what an odd paring!   (Meet Joe Black)

Drucker: We won't have to lose our Mozarts. We won't have to lose our Martin Luther Kings. We will have finally conquered death.   (6th Day, The)

1) It's a long story, something about the violation of expectations and a crushing loss of faith, in love, and life, and art. 2) So it's a girl. 1) Yes   (Must Love Dogs)

1) Hi Mr. Reed! 2) Woah! hey did you do something to your hair? 1) It's a bit extreme isn't it? 2) No. No I mean that's the thing nowadays right? 1) Well he said it would accent my facial features. 2) Well that's what it does. It completely accents your facial features! We're just gonna go down to my office now. (cough, cough)   (Liar Liar)

--I'll make you look as if you've lived. --I have, Doc.   (Dark Passage)

David: Can't this thing go any faster?
Julius: I'm going as fast as I can.
David: There's cars passing us.
Julius: I'm going fast - they're cutting me off.
David: What do you mean, cutting you off? They're going faster than we are!
Julius: No, I'm-
David: Okay, okay! I don't wanna argue, I don't wanna argue. Let's just get there. As quickly as possible.
Julius: What, you think we'll get to Washington and it won't be there anymore?
David: [looks at him]   (Independence Day)

I'm the suburban housewife, sweetheart.   (Mr. & Mrs. Smith)

*Kip puts tupperware behind van and breaks it*: Dang it! *Drives off*   (Napoleon Dynamite)

Eat your cake, have your cake, who cares? You're about to get a plate of sauteed brains thrown into your face, your entire career is the toilet, and now you're correcting my grammar?   (Micki + Maude)

Will you tell me the time?   (Woman Under the Influence, A)

See what the world looks like through those. And you: Semper Fi.   (That Thing You Do!)

It's like having a red hot buzz saw inside my head.   (White Heat)

This is me in character, pissed off because you're losing so much money. Oddly my character's feelings mirror my own.   (Casino Royale)

Don't mess with something when you don't know what it is!   (War of the Worlds (Gene Barry))

I robbed stagecoaches.   (Grey Fox, The)

Cindy: Oh wait, there's Buffy! Brenda: I don't know why you hang out with her, she's such a hoe...Last summer, my friend Shawn had a party Cindy: Shawn? Brenda: You know, Puff Daddy?...anyway, we was all drinkin that Crystile champagne and people was gettin freaky in the pool...and I look over and yo girl was gettin buckwild in the jacuzzi. Cindy: So? Brenda: With a back-up dancer! That's nasty, that's lower than security.. at least security can get you back stage! She don't love herself!!!....HEY BABY GIRL!   (Scary Movie)

Daisy   (Tombstone)