DR. 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... 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?
CLARICE
You see a lot, Dr. Lecter. But are you…