Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S3E7

Mason: Gentlemen, welcome to Muskrat Farm.

Hannibal: Your people might have assassinated me in Florence, Mason.

Mason: Where's the fun in that? I still keep my father's knife, ever ready to slip into a pig's back to check the depth of the fat. A little lean, I think. Maybe we should fatten you up, shall we? It is more trouble to move a semi-wild pig against its will than it is to kidnap a man.

Cordell: Pigs are harder to get hold of and big ones are stronger than a man.

Mason: There are the tusks to consider, if you want to maintain the integrity of your abdomen. Something worth maintaining, Mr. Graham. Tusked beasts instinctively disembowel. At swine fairs, I've seen exotic pigs from all over the world. You are the best of all that I've seen. We are going to have some good, funny times, Dr. Lecter.

Mason: I snatched Will Graham right out of your mouth. You must be famished.

Hannibal: There is an inescapable parallel between you and Jezebel, Mason. Keen Bible student that you are, you'll recall dogs ate Jezebel's face, along with the rest of her.

Mason: Well, if Jezebel was right with the risen Jesus, the Riz would have provided her with a new face, as He has provided mine. The transplant surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here will be performing the face-off.

Cordell: Hello.

Mason: You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him and his penis before he died. Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked. Go to all that trouble to eat a friend and you overcook his penis. They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed..But they didn't enjoy it..I'm committed to enjoying every bite of you.

Will: You're going to eat him... with my face?

Mason: Yes. I got a taste for it after you two had me eat my nose.

Hannibal: You must be terribly proud that you could bring this off. It's dangerous to get exactly what you want. What will you do after you've eaten me?

Will: You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children?

Mason: No, I'll drink martinis made with tears.

Hannibal: But where, Mason, would the hard-core fun come from?

Mason: It's foolish to dilute such ecstatic time as this with fears about the future. Uh, Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry. A little moisturizer, please.

Hannibal: I'm curious what will be the first cuts of me you'll serve?

Cordell: The first course, of course, will be your hands and feet, sizzling on a Promethean barbecue. The coal is white and very hard, makes a clear ringing sound when struck.

Hannibal: You've thought of everything.

Mason: And after that, we'll have a little pajama party, you and I. You can be in shorties by then. Cordell is going to keep you alive for a very long time.

Mason: Well, no pajama party for you, Mr. Graham. We're gonna feed you to the pigs as soon as Cordell has removed your face... in a much more civilized fashion than you just tried to remove his.

Cordell: Mason would've preferred to brand your face. He fought bravely and with his own funds against the Humane Slaughter Act, and managed to keep face-branding legal.

Hannibal: It's very important to Mason that I have the pig's experience.

Cordell: Mason has done beautiful things with these creatures. Very special. Truly visionary.

Hannibal: He has a wealth of information and resources in his faceless skull.

Cordell: The longer you're respectful, the longer you'll keep your tongue.

Hannibal: And when I do lose my tongue?

Cordell: I'll boil it and slice it very thin, marinate it in olive oil, garlic, parsley and vinegar.

Hannibal: Simple and clean... and delicious.

Cordell: Have they told you the drill? The drill is, in a few hours, I'll come down here and remove all you've got below the elbows and knees. I'll keep you going with IVs and tourniquets until the very last. Some things are best saved for last. Once you're dead, I'll prepare your loins and ribs, aged.

Hannibal: Meats are aged not only for tenderness, but mainly for flavour.

Cordell: And flavours change. Every day I'll feed Mason some new part of you. And don't you worry, Dr. Lecter, you will always be cooked to perfection.

Hannibal: Thank you for coming, Margot. Hasn't been that long since I treated you. Have you started taking the chocolate, as Mason likes to say, after you fought him for so long?

Margot: Are we in therapy now?

Hannibal: You tell me.

Margot: Mason promised to give something back to me. Something that he stole. There was a surrogate all along. It's a Verger baby. It's my baby.

Hannibal: Mason will deny you. He will always deny you. You know you'll have to kill him.

Margot: You saying you'd do it for me? I could never trust you.

Hannibal: No, of course not. But you could trust me never to deny that I did it. It would actually be more therapeutic for you to kill him yourself. You'll remember I recommended that in session.

Margot: Wait until I could get away with it, you said.

Hannibal: What difference would one more murder charge make to me? I'm the only other suspect you've got. You can do it when it suits you, and I'll write a letter gloating about how much I enjoyed killing him myself.

Alana: Buonasera.

Hannibal: He has a pocketknife.

Alana: I was trying to save Will from you, but right now, you're the only one who can save him. Promise me you'll save him. Please.

Hannibal: I promise. And I always keep my promises, Alana. Just cut the ropes on one arm, give me the knife and leave. I can do the rest.

Alana: Are you going to kill Mason?

Hannibal: Margot is. Snatch some of my hair... back from the hairline, if you don't mind. Get some skin. Put it in Mason's hand after he's dead.

Alana: Could I have ever understood you?

Hannibal: No.

Hannibal: Will you go home? Can you go home?

Chiyoh: No more than you can.

Hannibal: Would you watch over me?

Chiyoh: I will. Not in a cage. Some beasts shouldn't be caged.

Hannibal: Your obsessive and successful hunt, whose plight was it driven by? Mine? Yours?

Chiyoh: Mischa's. Did you eat her?

Hannibal: Yes. But I did not kill her. The most stable elements, Chiyoh, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver... I think that's appropriate for you.

Hannibal: Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?

Will: The teacup's broken. It's never going to gather itself back together again.

Hannibal: Not even in your mind? Your memory palace is building. It's... full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I've discovered you there, victorious.

Will: When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory.

Hannibal: We are in zero-sum game?

Will: I miss my dogs. I'm not going to miss you. I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore.

Hannibal: You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight.

Will: You delight. I tolerate. I don't have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal.

Will: He's gone, Jack.

Hannibal: Jack! I'm here. You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack.

Jack: I didn't catch you, you surrendered.

Hannibal: I want you to know exactly where I am and where you can always find me.

Jack: Cuff him. Put him in my car.