The Silence of the Lambs
written by Ted Tally, novel by Thomas Harris

Lecter: Oh, Officer Starling... do you think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool?
Clarice (Jodie Foster): No. I only hoped that your knowledge -
Lecter interupts.
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 - 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. Getting all the way - to the F...B...I.
Clarice: You see a lot, Doctor.

[Ed. note: This other one is not a monologue at all, really. A short little line by Lecter is all it is; it's also my favorite part in the movie. Go ahead. Say it out loud; you know you wanna...]

Lecter has just decided to help Senator Martin.

Lecter: Five foot ten, strongly built, about 180 pounds. Hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He'd be about 35 now. He said he lived in Philadelphia but may have lied. That's all I can remember Mom, but if I think of any more I will let you know. Oh, and Senator? Just one more your suit.

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