Let's Be "Silence Of The Lambs!"

I'm Plum Island Animal Disease Research Center. Lovely sandy beaches, but why does that bird have three eyes?

I'm the superspeed Dr. Lecter must possess in order to have arranged the guard's corpse into a dramatically lit moth tableau while the elevator rises to the top floor.

I'm the lotion, rub me on your skin or else you'll get the hose again.

I'm Multiple Miggs' flying cumwad.

I'm the Brazilian version, I'm "Silêncio dos Inocentes."

I'm Frederica Bimmel. I'm a great big fat person

I’m the sensible shoes bought at Payless.

I'm John Hinckley Jr., jerking off to Clarice in the prison's video library booth.

I'm the mysterious intense looks that BFF and fellow sewing aficionado Jame Gumb keeps throwing at fag-hag extraordinaire Frederica Bimmel. She bets they mean he secretly wants to make passionate love to her.

I am the dangly bits Buffalo Bill tucks between his legs.

I’m American Girl blaring on the car radio.

I'm Senator Ruth Martin's contemptible suit.

I'm Clarice's odiferous cunt. She should've washed me after she ran that obstacle course.

I am the University of Virginia. i am not exactly a charm school.

I’m a nice Chianti

I’m Miggs’ tongue. I don’t understand how he swallowed me.

I am Orion Pictures Corporation filing for bankruptcy shortly after this film’s release.

I'm the innocent black people the FBI murdered when they raided the wrong house looking for Buffalo Bill.

I’m the garden variety manic depressive. I’m tedious, very tedious.

I’m the strong smelling gel they spread under their nostrils during the autopsy to hide the putrid smell of the rotting corpse.

I am the coroner that states “wrongful death”

I'm the musical!

I thought I was such hot shit. What did I know. Big dummy.

I’m the basket.

I’m the toaster giveaways and Barry Manilow on the speakers all day.

I’m Michelle Pfeiffer and I regret passing on this part.

I’m Precious.

I am the one positive upside of the Orion bankruptcy: that my film [italic]Blue Sky[/italic] got its release pushed back three years so I posed no threat to Jodie’s Oscar chances.

I’m the death head moth embedded in the mouths of victims.

I'm the smell of Clarice's CUNT!

At least mine is real.

I’m about a size 14.

I’m the crying lambs!

I’m Sgt. Tate’s mustache.

I hold this whole shitshow together.

I’m the secret, hidden compartment in the fat girl’s ballerina box. I hold the stash of grainy Polaroid nudes.

I’m [italic]Family Guy[/italic] adding an extra layer of creepiness to an iconic movie scene by having Chris Griffin reenact it:

I'm Shari Lewis. I'm pretending to be offended, but secretly amused, when people refer to the film as "Silence of the Lamb Chops".

I am the cheeseburger that agent starling could have eaten if she had gone out with the blind academic.

That was genuinely charming, R38. A much-misunderstood quality we very rarely see on DL.

I'm Chris Issak. I have a small part, but I'm hot as fuck and I have a huge dick.

I'm the head in a jar. The line "Don't you leave me in here you fuckin' bitch" was originally mine in the script but it was switched to Catherine Martin's well scene during a revision.

I'm Hannibal's drawings, hanging in his cell.

I'm the towel passed through Dr. Lecter's exhange slot to Agt Starling when she comes to see me drenched from a rainstorm. I am white and soft and fluffy just like a little lamb...

I'm director Demme's trademark requirement that the actors look at the camera.

I'm a terrible idea.

I'm Q. Lazzarus. I sang the infamous "Goodbye Horses" song. I went missing decades ago and no-one has heard from me since. And contrary to popular belief, I am NOT currently working in Staten Island as a bus driver. That was a made up article.

I'm "thirsty work."

I'm a blunt little tool.

I'm the pen Dr. Chilton can't find.

I'm [italic]Beauty and the Beast[/italic] making history as the first animated film to be nominated for the Best Picture Oscar only to lose it to this film.

I'm Senator Martin's nipples. We were tough, but that was thirty years ago. Now we're twice the size and six inches lower.

I'm the delicious FBI graduation cake!

I'm Clarice's little labisian lambchop, so pink and tender.

I'm Tom Petty's "American Girl." No one will ever listen to me the same way again.

I fuck me.

I'm the issue of Bon Appétit about to be splattered in blood.

I'm Buffalo's Bill's penis tucked in between his legs that so shocked audiences worldwide gasping in horror.

I'm Baltimore. I can be a fun town if you have the right person to show you around.

I'm the trans activists outside theaters picketing the depiction of Buffalo Bill. People feel free to ignore me at this point. But just wait...

I’m the height difference between Clarice and the male officers in the elevator. Sure, I come off as smug and cocky, but that’s only because I like making that little FBI trainee feel self-conscious.

I am Jame Gumb's house, which is, in fact, a real house in Layton, PA.

We are GLAAD selling out gays and lesbians to the likes of R60.

R53, It was such a huge slice!

I'm the suit Buffalo Bill is making made from female skin. I'm really roomy - try me on if you like.

I’m the dressing gown draped over the not so nubile shoulders of Buffalo Bill and left opened to reveal something once seen that now can never be unseen.

I'm the dead woman's scalp that Buffalo Bill wears on top of his head because he can't afford a lace front.

I'm one of the dressed up mannequins in Jame Gumb's basement lair.

I'm Clarice's uncle who is a rancher in Montana, I'm 6'4" and built like a shit brickhouse.

I'm Lamb Chop. Yes, that Lamb Chop. I played that lamb that young Clarice tried so desperately to save in a flashback. It was my first serious acting role and Shari and I argued over whether or not I should take it as it could damage my career. In the end, the scene was deleted and my career remained the same.

I’m Lecter’s inability to smell Clarice’s cunt.

I’m the good nutrition that has given Clarice some length of bone.

I'm the couch Catherine Martin helps Buffalo Bill load into the van. I tried to signal to the stupid bitch by playing heavy that she should've taken the back part of me instead of climbing in backwards. Afterward I had to have that fat fuck laying on top of me bitching and moaning all the way to the well .

I am Dan Butler aka "Bob "Bulldog" Briscoe playing Roden. I am out and proud.

I'm L'air du Temps.

I'm Catherine Martin's cat.

I'm Crawford and the FBI barging into what we think is Buffalo Bill's house, but no! They've got the wrong house. At the exact same moment, we see Clarice arriving alone to Buffalo Bill's house. This little bit of trickery for the audience has been ripped off a million times since.

I'm the cell hallway set in the basement of the Hollywood Museum.

I’m Clarice’s length of bone.

^dammit

I'm length of bone. Good nutrition gave me to Clarice.

I'm "Katherine" said over and over again by Senator Martin while making a plea to Buffalo Bill.

I'm described as being very "smart."

I'm the suspension of disbelief required for nearly all of Lecter's actions. Luckily, for some reason I'm easy to come by.

I'm Clarice's bestie Ardelia SPRINTING from the phone in a frantic rush. It's never really explained how or why I'm involved and why my sprinting seems of absolute importance.

Sorry, R72. You beat me to it.

I beat you to it, too.

I wanted to be the lotion!

I'm "scenarios". Lecter wonders if Jack Crawford visualizes me, as well as exchanges, and fucking Clarice.

My bad, R79. First thing that popped in my head before I started reading the thread.

I'm the made for tv version of Buffalo Bill. "I would have me. I would have me hard"

You know, because we can see a serial killer kidnapping and torturing women and putting on a skin suit in the basement, but he can't use a cuss! Children might be watching.

I'm Diane Baker. I played Joan Crawford's daughter. Hannibal Lecter is a fucking punk in comparison.

R77 They ripped it off in the first season of The Alienist.

We're Chef Brockett and Chuck Aber from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. One of us played a psychopath in a neighboring cell and the other an FBI Agent.

I'm Miss Hester Mofet

I never get to be the lotion. Or the length of bone.

I hate this game.

I quit!

I’m the old “everyone thinks I’m the corpse of the dead cop” trick.

I'm the Goldberg Variations ( Aria by Bach) playing. I'm a nice calming juxtaposition to the savagery and abject gore you're witnessing.

I'm the holiday resort when Hannibal Lector is going to meet an old friend for dinner.

I am the child actress playing Clarice who looks absolutely nothing like Jodie Foster did as a kid.

I'm the treble on the sound system of Catherine Martin's Jeep, and I am turned up waaaay too much.

I'm Catherine's screams at that sight described in the OP.

I'm the shitty sequel.

I'm Clarice's good bag and cheap shoes.

I'm Clarice's uncle. Though I thought about making her perform fellatio or sodomizing her, I was a very decent man.

I’m Lecter’s drawing of Clarice with a lamb.

I'm Ardelia. Oh yes, Clarice and I were definitely banging each other's boxes.

I’m the census taker’s liver. I pair well with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.

I'm the surprisingly huge amount of responsibility given to FBI trainees.

I'm the new, better quality, more stylish shoes and bag Clarice needs to not be pegged as a rube.

I’m the good bag. I tried to tell her not to cheap out on the shoes but oh noooo. Put us together and what does it spell?

I'm Dr. Chilton's glibness and his delusion that he's playing the game better than the people around him.

I'm the horrible training and security protocols in Memphis.

I'm the strait jacket that Lector wears when he meets the Senator.

I'm the institutional sexism that Clarice briefly rails against. Jack Crawford appears to take her words to heart, but is probably busy "visualizing scenarios, exchanges, fucking" Clarice.

I'm Anthony Hopkins. I only have about 15 minutes of screentime, but totally stole the movie and won an oscar for it.

I'm the inexplicable plot point that Senator Martin cannot herself fly from Memphis to Baltimore and so needs the most dangerous man in the world transported there and put in a special (and poorly managed) makeshift one-man prison on the top floor of an old building just so they can meet face to face.

[quote] I'm the institutional sexism that Clarice briefly rails against. Jack Crawford appears to take her words to heart, but is probably busy "visualizing scenarios, exchanges, fucking" Clarice.

I'm the wrong tree he's barking up.

Lol, R117. How true

I'm Ardelia Mapp, the token black female!

I'm played by awesome actress, writer-director Kasi Lemmons.

I finally got recognized for my film Harriet (2019), which had 2 nominations but not for me, even though I've been directing films since the 90s

It must be the old white male academy members afraid of a talented woman of color.

I'm Ardelia Mapp, the token black female!

I'm played by awesome actress, writer-director Kasi Lemmons.

I finally got recognized for my film Harriet (2019), which had 2 nominations but not for me, even though I've been directing films since the 90s

It must be the old white male academy members afraid of a talented woman of color.

We see you, Ardelia! You've been mentioned a few times upthread. We see you, gurl.

I’m the other shitty sequel. And the other one. We’re both actually prequels.

I’m Chris Isaak. Look—I’m an actor now!

I am Stacy leaning on my arm with my hand behind my head.

I am in this position because Jodie Foster always pictured me this way when she read the scene, and scurried off to plot with the director about blocking.

I am the screenplay's bizarre obsession with women's clothing (including women's skins when thought of as clothing).

I'm Brian Cox. I was Hannibal before it was cool.

I'm Clarice's too long pause and lack of poker face after the moth lands and she realizes who Jame Gumb is - allowing him to flee into the basement.

No one should be surprised - remember the training exercise earlier in the movie where Clarice didn't check her blind spot. She's good with details under controlled conditions, when analyzing materials in the office, but not so much on the ground/in the field.

i'm the bathtub in the basement, filled with bodily sludge

I'm the FBI staff who had to go fetch Clarice from outdoor training.

I'm into cuck porn and I play piano.

I’m the bug scientists who teach Clarice about moths.

At the end of the book Clarice is dating one of us.

The bug scientist on the left is played by a guy who was a regular in small roles in Demme's films. He has an eye that often goes wonky.

I’m Clarice. I need to get more fun out of life.

I’m the three centers for transexual surgery, Johns Hopkins, the University of a Minnesota and the Columbus Medical Center.

That's a good one, R133.

I'm the fifth and final film that resolves the Clarice and Hannibal Saga once and for all. But given that Jodie Foster will most likely refuse to return and that Anthony Hopkins is nearly 90 (and reportedly suffering from dementia) and unable to play someone with superhuman strength and intellect anymore, I will never get made.

I'm a transwomyn of colour and I'm offended. This thread is LITERAL VIOLENCE!!!

I'm the audience member who is unmoved by Clarice's story, not scared by the contrived tension, intrigued by the goo on Scott Glenn's upper lip, and happy to see Diane Baker in a blockbuster.

I’m the sticky fumblings

I’m the romantic attachments that ran to, shall we say, the exotic.

R38, I love the look Sheri gives the asskissing host.

I'm the few fleeting but fascinating shots of Nazi imagery in the basement.

I'm green glitter nail polish. I look like town.

Buffalo Bill's tried to be a lot of things, I suspect, R141.

Points for spelling it correctly, R113.

'Straitjacket' is one word.

I'm Senator Martin's massive and fragile ego - ready to further risk my daughter's life because I'm so aghast at the untoward things Lecter said to me. "Get this thing out of here." Jesus.

Lucky for me, Lecter is nice enough to pony up some info anyway.

I'm the finger tips on the walls of the pit which causes Katherine to freak out.

I'm the fifth time that Clarice says DOCTOR LECTER?! on the phone in a frantic yet somehow whispery voice at the end of the movie.

I'm Fredrica Bimmel's XXL panties.

I'm Jame Gumb's favorite song:

"Goodbye Horses" - Q Lazzarus

You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes, spelling my name wrong R113? 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, R113? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamb? You know 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 datalounge.

It’s actually “stink of the lamp”, R113.

I'm the rainy darkness that permeates so many of the outdoor shots.

I'm the ornery driver at Your-Self Storage right outside of Baltimore. I detest physical labor.

Yes r96. I liked it better in “the professional”.

I'm the old school sweats that the FBI trainees wear. No "performance fabrics," Dri-fit, etc.

I’m Tucker McElroy. Lead singer and driver of the Winnebago.

Surely, one of you bitches will get that.

I don’t think they thought Lecter was the corpse of the dead guard. They thought he had escaped but he was disguised as the wounded guard they rushed to the hospital.

I'm the SJWs offended by this movie being "anti-trans" decades after it was released.

I'm Claire's cousin who took custody of her, then threw her in an orphanage because she became upset over lambs being slaughtered and tried to save one. I had kinda an extreme reaction to a little girl, who had not grown up on a farm, being disturbed by such a thing. I'm a real dick.

I'm Clarice's new Fruit-Of-The-Loom underwear, in crisp, clean white for my brand new job, cause you never know when you might get kidnapped.

I'm the old couch Buffalo Bill couldn't get into his van by himself.

I'm Katherine's complete lack of street smarts - from helping the creepy guy in the first place to entering the van. Bitch, please.

R163 Bundy used to kidnap women that way, so I bought it.

I hope that was spellcheck and not you, r160.

I'm the view of the Dome from the Belvédère.

I'm Dr. Lecter's hand, not knowing what's coming when Clarise suddenly looks like another person and much less dykey.

I'm the hose.

I'm the "It" Girl!

r162 meet r73

R16 Doh. I was just typing too fast. Still, that always bothered me. I'm sure that if I lost my only parent in a traumatizing way as a child , then was forced to move someplace new, and woke up to the sounds of animals being slaughtered, I would freak out too.

I’m the sewing machine. I’ve seen some sick shit.

Is it implied that Buffalo Bill snapped those panty pics of Frederica that were hidden in the jewelry box?

I always thought that was the creepiest part of the movie

I’m Benjamin Raspail’s head in a glass jar.

[quote]R173 Is it implied that Buffalo Bill snapped those panty pics of Frederica that were hidden in the jewelry box?

I can’t remember if the film implies it - but the book states it.

Jame took the pics when he lured her into becoming friends/lovers. All the time Fredrica Bimmel thought he really liked her, but he was just admiring and appraising her skin (as I recall.)

[quote]view of the Dome from the Belvédère.

Oh, dear.

okay - re: my not remembering all the specifics about that relationship in the book, I just found this on something called HANIBAL WIKI ... which I’m sure is pretty much on top of it.

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[quote] Fredrica Bimmel was the ex lover and victim of Jame Gumb, later known as “Buffalo Bill”.

[quote] In 1983, Bimmel met Gumb and started a relationship with him. However, Gumb has already killed at least four people, including his grandparents at age 12. Gumb, under the delusion that he was transgender and refused sex reassignment, decided to kill women to create a woman’s suit from their skin. Bimmel became the first victim in the “Buffalo Bill“ murders. She was imprisoned in Gumb’s basement and starved. Despite her ordeal and his treatment of her, both were still in love and would send notes from the basement. He hanged her, and removed pieces of her skin. Gumb took the time to weigh her body down, so she was the third victim found.

I’m the lotion.

Thank you for looking that up, R175. That is so interesting, Buffalo Bill was bi and trans. Really ahead of his time.

I'm Calumet City, Illinois. I have not been depicted in a major motion picture since "The Blues Brothers" in 1980.

I’m Thomas Harris’s daughter, Elizabeth. I worked as an editorial assistant in the 90s for a certain publisher which shall go unnamed. I got the job because my father pulled some strings.

My father sent my faxes to work on a pretty regular basis. They were incredibly pompous and self-important tosh. The other editorial assistants would retrieve them from the fax machines and pour over them, laughing derisively at his pretension.

(How do I know this? I’ll never tell!)

“sent my faxes” = sent me faxes

In the book Clarice finds Polaroid pictures, but they are of Catherine Martin and a mystery man having sex, they are found in her apartment. I always thought the scene where Clarice finds the Frederica Polaroids creepy as well, but why would Frederica have pics of herself? Wouldn't she have pics of Gumb? Also, who played Frederica? She's not "in" the movie but there are several photos of her, some taken with other actors (her father, Stacey).

Still funny 3 years later. And yes, that is Jodie reprising her role as Clarie.

*Clarice

I Jodie Foster a smoker? She really looks it in r184's clip.

R173 re: the hidden nudie photos. I always thought these symbolized the young woman's private sexual life unknown to her parents. Pics prob taken by or for a boyfriend, not Jamie Gumb.

I'm the giant spool of saran wrap and the piled up dirty dishes in Jame Gumb's kitchen. Seriously Clarice, that should've been your first clue that he was Buffalo Bill.

I'm the creepy sashay Buffalo Bill did out the hallway after he told Clare she could use the phone.

I'm all of the business cards BB whirls into the air in his kitchen (Millennials and younger probably will not get the reference).

Speaking of Jame Gumb's kitchen, do any serial killers have other hobbies like cooking IRL or is human hunting their only hobby? Because his kitchen and any other killer's kitchen I have ever seen depicted are always absolute squalor. So I am assuming all the killing and sewing leaves little time/inclination for hausfrauing or elevated culinary pursuits.

R191 Stamp collecting?

Don't forget he has to tend to all those moths too.

R186 Yes

R187 I took them the same way. When Clarice talks to her father, he makes Frederica sound super wholesome and innocent, but the pictures show that she had a secret life.

[quote] Because his kitchen and any other killer's kitchen I have ever seen depicted are always absolute squalor. So I am assuming all the killing and sewing leaves little time/inclination for hausfrauing or elevated culinary pursuits.

I beg your pardon?

I'm senator Ruth Martin's nipples. I was toughened by breastfeeding

R193 I've always thought Clarice was pretty reckless. She finds the hidden photos and then just leaves them on the dresser. I would have thought she would be discrete enough to safely place them back were she found them, but no, she leaves them where the girls father would find them.

Yeah I agree with you, R197. I always thought that was pretty rude and thoughtless of Clarice

I’m the male to female trans community who completely relates to Buffalo Bill as he awkwardly tucks his peen between his legs.

I'm the book written by Thomas Harris which the film was based on.

Honestly I thought the film ending of Hannibal was far better than the book ending. I always hated the idea of Hannibal turning Clarice evil and sucking on her Champaigne-soaked titties.

The movie preserved her character as a strong and resilient woman who was probably the only one to (barely) withstand Lecter's mind games.

I seriously wish Jodie came back for the sequel. Julianne Moore is a great actress but Jodie is Clarice.

I'm the shadow of Gumb's hand as he reaches out to touch Clarice's hair in the "totally dark basement".

I'm the nurse who misspelled Jame Gumb's name on his birth certificate. I forgot to type the "i" in "Jamie".

R203 His prostitute mother signed the birth certificate and misspelled his name because she was drunk.

I'm the music box that the naughty Polaroids are hidden in.

I’m the parody film, “Silence of the Hams.”

I'm Barney. I'm nice.

I'm Gillian Anderson. My character from The X-Files was largely a ripoff of Clarice. I would lobby hard to play the character in the film Hannibal, but lose the role to Julianne Moore. Years later, I would play a different character on the TV series Hannibal.

I’m the census taker who tested Dr Lecter

I'm the fava beans. Honestly, I don't pair well with Chianti

I"m Chianti. Even fava beans will taste good if you have enough of me.

I'M JIM PEMBRY, DAMNIT! NOW TALK TO ME!

I'm old Mrs. Littman! I taught Jame Gumb how to sew. He was such a nice young man!

I’m the cotton polyester blend blouse sliced off her back and left outside the van.

[quote] Speaking of Jame Gumb's kitchen, do any serial killers have other hobbies like cooking IRL or is human hunting their only hobby?

You forgot he's an amateur entomologist.

Plus, he belongs to the dog fancy!

I'm pointed little comments Senator Martin will make to her daughter Catherine about her weight for years to come after the ordeal: "You might want to put down that donut if you don't want to end up in someone else's pit again, Cathy."

I’m the Carnegie Museum of Natural History standing in for the Smithsonian just as many other Pittsburgh landmarks will stand in for various locales represented throughout the many different states the movie is supposed to take place in.

I’m Catherine’s cat. I was already hungry when the bitch put down those groceries.

I’m foul language.

I’m Howard Shore. I don’t remember the score either.

I'm the 'island resort' that Clarice offers Hannibal for his help.

R116–Lecter insisted he be taken to Memphis to reveal BB’s identity.

What, nobody wants to be Chris Isaak's in his first non-speaking part in a feature film (credited as "SWAT Commander" on IMDb)?

*Chris Isaak, sorry

Apologize again, r224

And once more because SWAT Commander speaks.

I’m the complicated hand signaling that Chris Issak learns to play his part, commanding his Swat team members to storm the elevator and unlock the trap door in the ceiling.

[quote]What, nobody wants to be Chris Isaak's bulge in his first part in a feature film (credited as "SWAT Commander" on IMDb)?

Fixteded!

I'm the white T-shirt Hannibal Lector wears through most of the film.

I’m the President on the ski slops of Vermont. I’m “intensely concerned.”

I'm Hannibal Lecter and I will visit R229 soon. Still spelling my name wrong after 228 posts ist just RUDE.

I'm the census taker. I had no fucking clue what I was getting myself into (literally) when I knocked on the door and asked how many people currently lived at the residence. The last I can remember was seeing a bottle of wine on the table.

I’m Jack Crawford’s complete and utter incompetence in every version of every story from this universe. How useless can one person be?

I’m Dr. Chilton’s stolen pen.

I'm Dr. Chilton's nib. Just his nib. I kill people. Nibs. Kill. People.

I'm glitter nail polish and multiple earrings, I look like town.

I'm the disconnect between stately Senator Martin and her near-white trash daughter, Catherine, who is living in a mediocre apartment complex with no private parking. What's the story?

I thought Something Rotten was highly entertaining and quite witty, but now that I see that Mrs. Doubtfire is by the same team it makes sense that this is by those authors - though it is far worse than anything that made it into Something Rotten. By the way, the audience goes absolutely ape shit at the end of that abomination... has taste really completely evaporated? Apparently so. Highly depressing.

Oops! Wrong thread

R237 The story is that Senator Martin resents and has never forgiven Catherine for making her nipples hard.

I’m Jodie Foster’s height.

There’s not much of me.

I'm one of the hot cops looking at Clarice at the funeral home.

I'm Clarice's fumbling, bumbling attempt to answer Lecter's question about Buffalo Bill's "nature"; "what is the first and principal thing he does; what need does he serve by killing?

She's never read Marcus Aurelius.

I'm Clarice's horrible "hard whisper" voice used in more than half the film.

I’m ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry...

Two lamb chops, extra rare.

I’m Buffalo Bill’s swastika quilt. What fine craftsmanship I have!

I’m the disco ball in BB’s “dance studio” and I really liven the place up.

I’m the old friend Hannibal is having for dinner

I’m the wine one has with fava beans and liver. Some like a nice Chianti, others prefer a big Amarone.

I’m a Dino de Laurentiis. I passed on De Silence of de Lambs because Manhunter was a-no good. Big-a-mistake. I never would’ve cast Judy Foster, I don’t want to-a-go to bed with her!

Tom Harris, write me more-a-books I can film so I can make-a-money!

I’m the basement mannequins

How did Clarice get ahold of Lecter’s drawings? They had been confiscated by Chilton in Baltimore after Miggs’ suicide. You know Chilton wanted to keep them. But here comes Clarice, thrown off the case, sneaking into the courthouse in Tennessee with the drawings. How’d you pull that off, Clarice?

Barney gives them to her. It's mentioned in the book and they filmed it but the scene got cut.

I’m the chicken bones tied to the string of the bucket used to catch Precious and pull her in the pit

I'm Precious! That fucking bitch tried to lure me into her pit with a chicken bone and now I have to live with her? Life ain't fair.

I'm Bette Midler's cut a bitch reaction when Michael Douglas read Jodie Foster's name. I tried as hard as I could to keep myself off camera but she just really wanted to kill that little lesbian.

I'm iron sulfide, aka fool's gold.

I’m Julianne Moore, patiently waiting in the wings for another 10 years...

I'm the first time viewers, jaded from watching decades of thrillers modeled on "Silence of the Lambs," saying "that was boring."

I’m the complicated legal rights surrounding ownership of characters. Spinoff/remake projects will have to settle for Hannibal or Clarice, but not both. The fanbases will be insufferable regardless.

I’m Alan, asking about how often you shit.

I'm Gene Hackman, and ALL of this is because of ME, get, it, bub?

I’m FBI Agent Paul Krendler. I don’t do or say much in this movie, but, boy, do I use my brain in the sequel!

I'm Jodie Foster and I will NOT do the sequel, having my tittays suckled on by Dr. Lecter like a common Senator Martin!

I’m the Terns on Plum Island that Dr, Lecter will not see.

I’m the drawings.... “ Mind the drawings, please”

[quote] I'm Bette Midler's cut a bitch reaction when Michael Douglas read Jodie Foster's name. I tried as hard as I could to keep myself off camera but she just really wanted to kill that little lesbian.

Bette has always seemed like the type of woman who is more comfortable with gay men than lesbians.

I'm one of Lector's anagrams that frustrates Clarice so much.

R260 Similarly, I'm all the horror fans who STILL roll their eyes when this film is classified as a "horror." Psychological thriller? Yes. Horror? Not quite.

It’s kind of horror.

It was quite a horror for Fredrica Bimmel and Catherine Martin! (And for whichever girl it was who lost that fingernail...)

The girl from “town.”

I’m the oblique reference to the historic figure Buffalo Bill - what did that sharp shooter/showman have to do with skinning or humps?

I'm Fredrica Bimmel's cat.

I’m Jack’s wife, Bella. I was cut from the movie.

I'm the A- Clarice received in a UVA seminar, after grilling Jack Crawford pretty hard about the FBI's civil rights record during the Hoover years.

I’m the amusing house wine.

I’m Clariche’s accshent.

I’m the Lutheran orphan school in Montana

I’m the poster of Madonna in Frederica’s bedroom

I’m the polaroids of topless strippers sitting on Bill’s lap that are taped to the basement wall

[quote]r276 I’m Jack’s wife, Bella. I was cut from the movie.

Poor Bella. Her legal name was Phyllis (!) and she had to wait for the TV series to appear onscreen.

I’m Clarice Starling scared shitless that Buffalo Bills about to shoot but I not so convincingly shout, “Don’t worry, Catherine, your safe!”

I’m the joyous island children, unaware a cannibal lurks in their presence.

I’m the guy reassuring the skivy doc that his hotel security is just fine

Now can I be the lotion?

I’m Buffalo Bill’s nicknames for Precious: “Poode-ly Poo” and “Darling Heart”

I’m Fredrica’s depressing post-Industrial Ohio town, we’ve been voting republican since Reagan but nothing ever gets better for us, why?!?!?

How did the FBI get a warrant for the storage locker? “Well your honor, a psychotic cannibal shrink told our agent ‘ Look deep within yourself, Clarice Starling. Go seek out Miss Mofet, an old patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T.’ and we figured that since he practiced in Baltimore he must have been referring to Your Self Storage which does, indeed, have a locker rented to a Hester Mofet, so we need to search it. You know, for clues about a completely unrelated case.

I'm the giant labia!

I'm Lecter's lie to Clarice that "the world's more interesting with you in it." Lecter may not come after Clarice, but bitch please, Clarice doesn't make the world any more interesting.

I'm the screaming of the lambs until they can't scream any more.

Did Jack Crawford send Clarice to interview Lecter, knowing Lecter had info on Buffalo Bill, or was it just coincidence that Lecter actually knew something?

Just a coincidence, which is very feeble.

And what did we know about BB to make us conclude that he “covets,” or do all serial killers covet?

I’m Clarice’s ham-handed segue into her questionnaire. I won’t do!

I’m the gospel program playing in Hannibal’s cell. I’m used as punishment for him killing Miggs. As soon as Clarice leaves, I’ll be turned up...

I’m the leaves and thangs often found in the mouths of bodies after they’ve been pulled out of the water.

Come now—Lecter didn’t kill Miggs. He persuaded Miggs to kill himself.

I’m the Indian in the canoe lawn ornament and I need some oil

I’m Thomas Harris’s life partner searching for the most expensive listing on RentBoy in Miami Beach tonight.

I'm the streaks of sunlight that paint the wall next to where Clarice is standing that inexplicably disappear when Buffalo Bill turns off the lights and plunges the room into total darkness.

We are the lambs in the pen, with the thrown-open gate.

We just stand there, confused.

I’m Hannah the Horse. Clarice rescues me in the book instead of a lamb. I survive.

I'm the friend being had for dinner after the end credits, served with an impudent agave sauce.

I’m Dr. Chilton’s lone ticket to “Holiday on Ice”.

I’m the various therapists who for years are going to make money from Frederica, trying to “recover” from this experience she went through.

Sorry. Catherine. Not Frederica.

(So easy to get these plus size girls mixed up...)

I'm Clarice's only pair of good wool slacks that get torn on Miss Mofet's Your Self storage unit door. Her only pair, because she's poor.

I’m microfiche! Remember me? Clarice is using me to read up on her new BFF, Hannibal. I’ll become obsolete in a few years, but it’s nice to be remembered.

I’m the Johns Hopkins doctor who vehemently defends transsexuals. If my scene hadn’t been cut, maybe there wouldn’t be as much controversy.

(Yeah...right)

I am said doctor’s bank account. Thanks for making me rich off of your internalized homophobia and externalized misogyny.

I'm Clarice's Cunt! Since Multiple Meigs smelled me, I have cleaned up my act. I now smell like lavender and rose petals!

I'm "sheesh got sumthin in her throat!"!

R270 there's stuff in the movie that is more deeply horrifying than anything in some horror movies. I think the fact that it is so female centric and the two male characters are basically"queer" makes certain people push it away from the type of horror movies that usually we're about giggly tits and punishment at summer camp.

We are the real life murders of Patricia Wright, Charlotte Reed, and Benny Diambu-Wright at the hand of a white heterosexual gentile male claiming to be a woman. Based on that alone, you can shove any and all of your racist, misogynistic and homophobic claims of “tr-nsph-b—” up your man-made cunt.

R317 I think you mean front-hole, dear.

No, hun. I meant cunt.

I'm Ardelia Mapp! I deserve a book/movie of my own as I am fabulous and more than just Clarice's sidekick!

Ooh I would love an Ardelia spinoff

Wasn’t that basically what that series with Nick Jonas’ wife was all about?

I'm full through the hips. Roomy.

I’m Klaus. Ted Tally composited me and Raspail into one character.

I'm the extra level of creepy on the movie poster--the skull on the death's head moth, which is actually the naked bodies of seven women, from the portrait “In Voluptas Mors (Voluptuous Death)” (1951) by Salvador Dalí and Philippe Halsman.

If you see closely on the moth that’s in front of Foster’s lips you will notice a skull on its back, but what you see is actually 7 naked woman’s bodies that are shaping a human skull together.

I'm the movie about beautiful ,spectacular citrus fruit " Salience of the Limes"

I’m the Calorie Counter book on Frederica Bimmel’s desk. If only she’d used me, she may have lost weight, would no longer be a great big fat person, and would never have attracted Bill’s attention!

I’m the references to “Red Dragon” characters the movie axed.

Wasn’t it HL’s storage locker? Of course, he didn’t give her the key. But back then, if you had information and a trace of charisma., you could easily get into places you shouldn’t.

In the dragon movie, they showed Hannibal sweet talking the admin to get an address.

I'm the Debbie Harry poster on Federica's bedroom wall, with as many fans as Federica has boyfriends

I'm Buffalo Bill's nipple piercing.

I’m the chess playing beetle. Checkmate, bitch!

I'm the white hot sexual tension between Clarice and Dr. Pilcher! Did they ever enjoy cheeseburgers and the amusing house wine?

They do in the book.

I'm Multiple Meigs' pitching arm and I have great aim! I would've been the star pitcher of the Baltimore Sanitarium for the Criminally Insane's baseball team if Hannibal hadn't made me swallow my own tongue.

I'm the five Academy Awards that the film won.

I’m Sammy’s mothers head in the church offering plate. I was the nicest thing he had.

I’m the NBC television series where one of the most colorful and erudite characters in film history is played by a flat, charmless actor with a thick accent that makes it impossible hear any of his witty bon mots without the captions on.

I’m also the insane fanbase who can’t understand why the show didn’t catch on.

I’m also also the reindeer imagery the show shoved down our throats.

I'm the nurse that was attacked by Hannibal. The doctors managed to reset my jaw and save one of my eyes.

Chilton shows a picture of me to Clarice as a cautionary tale, but it's never seen on screen

I’m the three appointments with Hannibal Benjamin Raspail missed

I’m Lecter’s pulse when he attacked that nurse. I never rose above 85... even when I ate her tongue.

I'm the blonde lady cutting the FBI cake at Clarice's graduation. Bitch stuck her dirty finger in my piece of cake!

That was a huuuge piece of cake she cut!

I'm Jodie Foster's helmet haired wig! I was the precursor for Juliana Marguiles' wigs in The Good Wife and Senator Joni Ernst's (R-Cuntistan) wigs!

I'm the terrible idea of using locals as speaking extras.

R346 Hey, hey! Pittsburgh has two fine illustrious drama schools, CMU and Point Park University, there are plenty fine local actors about.

Not when they shot that movie, R347.

I'm the night of lesbian sex had by Ms Foster and Kasi Lemmons after a long night of shooting. Those dykes really went at me like a bunch of ferocious dogs in heat.

R348 You maybe be right, the class of 1990 seems to be full of duds. Not a Bomer or Quinto among them.