Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desparately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? 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 F.B.I.


Clarice: You see a lot, Doctor.

1 Comments:

Blogger Scott said...

very cool creative site, with lots of photography and design. I'll be back

Tuesday, May 9, 2006 at 9:02:00 PM EDT  

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