Hannibal: "Among gourmands, the ortolan bunting is considered a rare but debauched delicacy. A rite of passage, if you will. Preparation calls for the songbird to be drowned alive in Armagnac. It is then roasted and consumed whole in a single mouthful."
Will: "Ortolans are endangered."
Hannibal: "Who amongst us is not?"
Will: "I haven't been gorged, drowned, plucked, and roasted. Not yet."
Hannibal: "Traditionally, during this meal, we are to place shrouds over our heads, hiding our faces from God. I don't hide from God."
Will: "Bones and all?"
Hannibal: "Bones and all. After my first ortolan, I was euphoric. A stimulating reminder of our power over life and death."
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Will: "I was euphoric when I killed Freddie Lounds."
Hannibal: "Tell me, did your heart race when you murdered her?"
Will: "No, it didn't."
Hannibal: "A low heart rate is a true indicator of one's capacity for violence. Your design is evolving. Your choices affect the physical structures of your brain."
Will: "Killing is changing the way I think."
Hannibal: "Yes. You must understand that blood and breath are only elements undergoing change to fuel your radiance. Just as the source of light is burning."
Zeller: "Orthodontics confirmed. It's Freddie Lounds. A little bit of kerosene, fwoomp! Incendiary journalism."
Price: "See? No scabrous crust on her chin. She was dead before the match was struck."
Zeller: "Blood's already pooled to the lowest parts of her body. Been dead at least 24 hours."
Will: "Freddie had a longing to be noticed. She was noticed."
Jack: "Freddie Lounds's ultimate failing was her inability to keep herself out of her own stories."
Zeller: "There's more to this story. Check it out."
Hannibal: "Severely-burned bodies tend to split along lines of musculature, but that looks like an incision."
Zeller: "That's right. He cut out her psoas muscles with, uh, it looks like a hunting knife."
Hannibal: "A peculiar trophy."
script: Hannibal glances innocently at Will who averts his eyes. (Will getting uncomfortable from his lies to Hannibal.)
Jack: "Why did he burn her?"
Zeller: "How many people has Freddie Lounds burned in her career?"
Hannibal: "Whoever did this was not striking out against Miss Lounds's exploitative brand of journalism. This is something else. This is something sacred."
Will: "Freddie Lounds had to burn. She was fuel. Fire destroys and it creates. It is mythical. She won't rise from the ashes, but her killer will."
Hannibal: "He's the one to be noticed now."
Will: "Do we do friendly visits anymore?"
Alana: "This isn't a friendly visit."
Will: "Oh. Uh... What kind of visit is it?"
Alana: "I guess I'm trying to convince myself of something."
Will: "You're worried I killed Freddie Lounds."
Alana: "Did you?"
Will: "What do you think?"
Alana: "I think that's the wrong answer to tell somebody who is already wondering what you're capable of."
Will: "I told everyone Hannibal was a killer, and no one believed me. Just like no one would believe you if you said I was a killer."
Alana: "I don't think Hannibal is good for you and I think your relationship is destructive."
Will: "Hannibal's good enough for you. You should be afraid. I want you to have something. Whoever you are afraid of... don't be afraid to use it. It takes 9mm rounds. Buy a box... find a range... Practice."
Will: "I've been so preoccupied with taking a life, I'm, uh... having trouble wrapping my head around making one."
Hannibal: "When men become fathers, they undergo biochemical changes that affect the way they think."
Will: "You said the same thing happens when men become killers."
Hannibal: "Fathers can be killers." (deleted line: "Fatherhood is not always a nurturing role. Fathers can be killers. In protecting a child, things trapped inside a man for years fly free, ready to explode in pain. And dangerous behavior.") "What sort of father would you be?"
script: Will reflects on that, imagining a different life. Will: "I would be a good father."
script: Hannibal smiles warmly. He imagines Will would. Hannibal (deleted line): "Do you see a life flashing before your eyes that's not your own?"
Will (deleted line): "Yes."
Hannibal: "How quickly we form attachments something that does not yet exist."
Will: "I'm not attached. I'm... I'm only... anticipating attachment."
Hannibal: "We have a deep-seated need to interact with our children. It helps us discover who we are."
Will: "Have you ever been a father?"
Hannibal: "I was to my sister. She was not my child, but she was my charge. She taught me so much about myself. Her name was... Mischa."
Will: "Was?"
Hannibal: "She's dead. Abigail reminded me so much of her."
Will: "Why did you kill her?"
Hannibal: "What happened to Abigail had to happen. There was no other way."
Will: "There was. But there isn't now."
Hannibal: "Would you protect this child in the way you couldn't protect Abigail?"
Will: "I still dream about Abigail. I dream that I'm... teaching her how to fish."
Hannibal: "I'm sorry... I took that from you. Wish I could give it back."
Will: "So do I."
Hannibal: "Occasionally, I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor. On purpose. I'm not satisfied when it doesn't gather itself up again. Someday perhaps, a cup will come together."
Zeller: "Extra parts were harvested on-site."
Price: "Just one night in the ground, that beats Jesus by 48 hours."
Zeller: "Never thought Freddie Lounds would make it to heaven, much less get deified."
Jack: "This killer is trying to get somebody's attention."
Alana: "He has direction. His chaos is getting more orderly."
Jack: "So first, he burns effigies, and now he's assembling them."
Alana: "Burning Freddie Lounds wasn't his first effigy. Whoever killed Freddie killed Randall Tier, mutilated him, dismembered him, and put him on display."
Jack: "Randall Tier and Freddie Lounds have a connection."
Alana: "Will. Randall Tier was his suspect and Hannibal's patient, and Freddie Lounds was investigating his murder when she died."
Will: "Freddie Lounds was investigating a lot of things, when she died."
Alana: "This psychopath was incubating fantasies about killing and is building himself up. Or someone's building him up."
Will: "He has a benefactor who admires his destruction. Shiva is both destroyer and benefactor."
Alana: "He's being guided."
Jack: "Is this some kind of signpost?"
Alana: "Maybe Freddie's killer didn't do this... maybe his benefactor did."
Jack: "Why?"
Alana: "It's a courtship."
Will sits with Hannibal.
Hannibal: "Every creative act has its destructive consequence, Will."
Will (deleted line) considers that and is compelled to ask: "What you did to me, what you did to Abigail, was that a creative act or destructive consequence?"
Hannibal: "The Hindu god Shiva is simultaneous destroyer and creator. Who you were yesterday is laid waste to give rise to who you are today."
Will (deleted line): "Rise and rise again and again, until the lambs have become lions."
Hannibal (deleted line): "Yes."
Will: "How many lies have had to be... sanctified? How many consciences... devastated?"
Hannibal: "As many as were necessary."
Will: "You sacrificed Abigail. You cared about her as much as I did."
Hannibal: "Maybe more. But then, how much has God sacrificed?"
Will: "What god do you pray to?"
Hannibal: "I don't pray. I have not been bothered by any considerations of deity, other than to recognize how my own modest actions pale beside those of God."
Will: "I prayed... I would see Abigail again."
Hannibal: "Well, your prayer did not go entirely unanswered. You saw part of her. Will... should the universe contract, should time reverse and teacups come together... a place could be made for Abigail in your world."
Will: "What place would that be?"
Hannibal: "You've lost a child, Will. It seems you're likely to gain one. God is beyond measure in wanton malice... and matchless in his irony."
Hannibal: "One observes only things which are already on the mind. What's on your mind?"
Alana: "I'm feeling pressure to believe something I don't trust, and that pressure is making me paranoid."
Hannibal: "Who's pressuring you?"
Alana: "Will."
Hannibal: "We'll never really be alone, will we? He'll always be in the room."
Alana: "Do you feel like you're helping him? Making progress?"
Hannibal: "Will is finally finding himself. He's getting better."
Alana: "Doesn't seem to be getting better."
Hannibal: "Are you questioning my therapy?"
Alana: "I'm questioning everything. It's all blurry and subjective. I feel empty, like I've given blood."
Hannibal: "Alana, you've given more than blood. Have you been firing a gun?"
Alana: "I told you I was feeling paranoid."
script of Hannibal learning about what Mason did to Margot and the unborn child:
Hannibal Lecter, he remains there, but Hannibal's expression, for once, is not entirely inscrutable. We detect a minute trace of emotion. Of his own label of sadness. Or of ire.
