DR. LECTER ........
You're sooo ambitious, aren't you...?
You know what you look like to me, with
your good bag and your cheap shoes? You
look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hust-
ling rube with a little taste... Good
nutrition has given you some length of
bone, but you're not more than one gen-
eration from poor white trash, are you -
Officer Starling...? That accent you're
trying so desperately to shed - pure
West Virginia. What was your father, dear?
Was he a coal miner? Did he stink of
the lamp...? And oh, 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 - yes? Getting all the
way - to the F...B...I.
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