Hannibal · Season 1
I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore.
You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight.
You delight; I tolerate. I don't have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal.
Congratulations, Jack. You caught the Chesapeake Ripper.
I didn't catch you. You surrendered.
Congratulations, Hannibal - you're officially insane.
[about the Tooth Fairy investigation] If I go, I'll be different when I come back.
I won't.
[in a letter to Will] Dear Will, we have all found new lives, but our old lives hover in the shadows. Soon enough, I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking. I would encourage you as a friend not to walk through the door he holds open. It's dark on the other side, and madness is waiting.
I'm going to need one reasonably intelligent assistant, if you have one.
[Zeller stumbles in]
Cancel the reasonably intelligent assistant - mine just showed up.
I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter.
Yes, I thought so. Are we no longer on a first-name basis?
I'm more comfortable the less personal we are.
[inhales deeply] I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion. It's something a child would select, isn't it? Is there a child in your life, Will? I gave you a child, if you recall.
I've come about Chicago and Buffalo. You've read about it?
I've read the papers. I can't clip them. They won't let me have scissors, of course. You want to know how he's choosing them.
I thought you'd have some ideas.
You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself?
[to Hannibal] I know what you're afraid of. It's not pain or solitude, it's indignity. You're a little bit like a cat that way. I'll take your books. I'll take your drawings. I'll take your toilet. You'll have nothing but indignity and the company of the dead.
We're co-conspirators, Will. I died for you and your cause.
You didn't die enough. You came into my hospital room while I was sleeping, flipped back the covers and took a photo of my temporary colostomy bag.
I covered your junk with a black box. A big black box. You're welcome.
I didn't feel any sympathy from you. I like that. Sympathy feels like spit in my face, and I don't do self-pity. May I touch your face? I just want to know if you're smiling or frowning.
[She reaches for Francis' face, but he grabs her wrist]
Trust me. I'm smiling.
[Francis calls Hannibal]
Dr. Lecter, as an avid fan I wanted to tell you that I am delighted you have taken an interest in me. I don't believe you would tell them who I am, even if you knew. The important thing is what I am becoming, and you, you alone, would understand that.
Tell me, what are you becoming?
The Great Red Dragon!
I want to be recognized by you.
As John the Baptist recognized the one who came after.
I want to sit before you as the Dragon sat before 666 in Revelation. I have things I would love to show you. Someday, if circumstances permit, I would like to meet you and watch you meld with the strength of the Dragon.
See how magnificent you are. Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Poor Dr. Du Maurier. Swallowed whole, suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels for what must have felt like an eternity. You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia, you just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered.
Extreme acts of cruelty require a high level of empathy. The next time you have an instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. It will save you a great deal of trouble.
Will Graham interests me. Odd-looking for an investigator. Not very handsome, but... purposeful.
He has a family. Save yourself. Kill them all.
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