Jack Crawford: Starling?

Clarice Starling: Sir?

Jack Crawford: Miggs is dead.

Clarice Starling: Dead? How?

Jack Crawford: Well, the orderly heard Lecter whispering to him all afterrnoon and Miggs crying. They found him at bed check. He swallowed his own tounge.

Hannibal Lecter: I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.

Clarice Starling: If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?

Hannibal Lecter: Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.

Hannibal Lecter: I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.

Jack Crawford: Believe me, you do not want Hannibal Lecter inside your head.