[Last lines] [on telephone]

Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?

Dr. Lecter?

Don't bother with a trace, I won't be on long enough.

Where are you?

I have no plans to call on you, Clarice. The world's much more interesting with you in it. So you take care now to extend me the same courtesy.

You know I can't make that promise.

I do wish we could chat longer, but ... [eyeing Dr. Chilton] I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye.

Dr. Lecter? ... Dr. Lecter? ... Dr. Lecter? ... Dr. Lecter? ...