Dr. Frederick Chilton: Tell me, when you saw Lecter's murders, their style, so to speak, were you able perhaps to reconstruct his fantasies? And, if so, did you jot down any impressions?
Will Graham: No.
Dr. Frederick Chilton: Let me be frank, Mr. Graham. The first definitive analysis of Lecter will be a publisher's wet dream. I'd give you full credit, of course
[Graham towards cell door]
Dr. Frederick Chilton: Dammit, man, you must have some advice! You caught him. What was your trick?
Will Graham: I let him kill me.

Hannibal Lecter: First he kills the pet, and then the family. Freddy was your pet, Will.

Hannibal Lecter: Beneath the yellow folder, you'll find your latest rejection slip from the archives. It was brought to me by mistake with some of my archives mail. I'm afraid I opened it without looking. Sorry.
Dr. Frederick Chilton: I think we'll remove Dr. Lecter's toilet seat as well

Hannibal Lecter: Do you like my little exercise cage, Will? My so-called lawyer is always nagging Dr. Chilton for better accommodations. I don't know which is the greater fool.

Hannibal Lecter: That's the same atrocious after shave you wore in court.

Dr. Frederick Chilton: As a research subject, Lecter has proven most disappointing. He's simply impenetrable to psychological testing. Rorschach, Thematic Apperception, he folds them into origami's, as you see.

Will Graham: I don't have much time!
Hannibal Lecter: Oh, but I do! I have oodles!

Francis Dolarhyde: I am the dragon!

[from the trailer]
Will Graham: I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for.
Hannibal Lecter: Then, by implication, you think you're smarter than I am, since it was you who caught me.
Will Graham: No, I know I'm not smarter than you.
Hannibal Lecter: Then how did you catch me?
Will Graham: You had... disadvantages.
Hannibal Lecter: What disadvantages?
Will Graham: You're insane.

Hannibal Lecter: And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.

Will Graham: There's nothing wrong with you... except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.

Francis Dolarhyde: Open your eyes!
Freddy Lounds: No!
Francis Dolarhyde: Open them or I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead!

Reba McClane: If there's something I hate worse than pity, it's fake pity. Especially from Ralph Mandy. Sorry.
Francis Dolarhyde: I have no pity.

Francis Dolarhyde: To me, you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great becoming but you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth. Before me you rightly tremble. But you owe me more than fear. YOU OWE ME AWE!

Hannibal Lecter: You're a remarkable boy. You're so courageous. I think I'll eat your heart.

[leading onto "The Silence of the Lambs"]
Dr. Frederick Chilton: Hannibal, there's someone here to see you. She wants to ask you a few questions, I told her you'd probably refuse. A young woman from the FBI is here, though she's far too pretty if you ask me. I'll tell her you said no.
Hannibal Lecter: What is her name?

Hannibal Lecter: You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.

Hannibal Lecter: A robin red-breast in a cage, puts all of Heaven in a rage.

Hannibal Lecter: Think to yourself that every day is your last. The art to which you do not look forward will come as a welcomed surprise.

Francis Dolarhyde: I'll shot you and then myself!
Reba Mclane: No please no.
Francis Dolarhyde: [trying to pull the trigger] I can't do it, I CAN'T DO IT, I CAN'T DO IT.

Hannibal Lecter: Have you seen blood in the moonlight? It appears quite black.

Hannibal Lecter: And how is the young Josh and the lovely Molly, they're always in my thoughts.

Hannibal Lecter: Ah yes Dr. Chillton. Gruesome isn't he? Fumbles at your head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle.

Will Graham: I need your opinion now.
Hannibal Lecter: Then here's one. You stink of fear and that cheap lotion. You stink of fear Will, but you're not a coward. You fear me but still you came here. You fear this shy boy, and yet you seek him out. Don't you understand Will? You caught me because we are very much alike. Without our imaginations we'd be like all those other poor... dullards. Fear... is the price of our instrument, but I can help you bear it.

Francis Dolarhyde: I'm the great Red Dragon!

Francis Dolarhyde: I am not a man. I began as one, but now I am becoming more than a man, as you will witness.

Will Graham: He's not collecting body parts. He's eating them.