Hannibal, the novel:
"You’re quite beautiful, Clarice."
"Looks are an accident, Dr Lecter."
"If comeliness were earned, you’d still be beautiful."
"Do not say `Thanks."
A fractional turn of his head was enough to dash his annoyance like a glass thrown in the fireplace.
"I say what I mean," Starling said. "Would you like it better if I said `I’m glad you find me so.’ That would be a little fancier, and equally true." She raised her glass beneath her level prairie gaze, taking back nothing.
It occurred to Dr Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown.
Ooooh, how I enjoyed this scene! Absolutely delicious (pun intended). The only downfall is that we can’t have it in future with Clarice.
"Makes what easier?"
I don’t know when I told my iPhone to call me “Will sweetbaby Graham” but it happened and I’m a changed person now
alright lets be real here, hannibal and alana bring will up in bed so often because they’re both trying to hint to each other that they’d be up for a threeway with him, but they’re not sure if the other person is down with that so they veil it with casual conversation
*obnoxious adult voice*
Aren’t you a bit young to say you want to smash the patriarchy, trash tradition and rebel against the system?
Yes. Yes I am.