"I almost feel guilty eating it."
"I never feel guilty eating anything."
"Mmmm. I can't quite place the fish."
"He was a flounder."
"He tells everyone that you are a monster."Chilton cooperatively laughs it off. Hannibal courts investigation, confident that it will fail to incriminate him. He espouses faith in the empirical evidence even as he knows it tells a false story.
"Well, in that case, you are dining with a psychopathic murderer, Frederick."
"I know there is no evidence against you."The implications of his statements are not logically necessitated by them, drawing careful lines between public perception and self-definition.
"There never was."
"Accusing you makes me look insane. I'm not insane. Not anymore."
"What a pleasant surprise. Please sit down."By the end of the episode, she has disappeared, a surprise to Hannibal as much as anyone. Indeed, staying not long at all. Her reply to Jack's suggestion that she work through her problems with Hannibal is rich, playing the grammatical polysemy of the final prepositional phrase: "I am doing my best to avoid working through my issues with Hannibal Lecter." Her skill at disguising her meaning makes her unmitigated candidness with Will Graham all the more satisfying, even if it must be whispered.
"I won't be staying long."
"He has carefully constructed a persona to hide his real nature. He wears it so well even Jack Crawford could not see past it.... I have objectively examined him and the crimes of which he is accused. These murders were measured and controlled. The confused man Will Graham presents to the world could not commit those crimes.... There is not yet a name for whatever Will Graham is. He kills methodically, and I believe would kill again if given the opportunity.... Will Graham is driven by vanity and his own whims. He has a very high opinion of his intelligence. Ergo, he caught the other killers simply to prove he was smarter than all of them too. Saving lives is just as arousing as ending them. He likes to play God."Chilton sees the murderer clearly even as he sees nothing at all.
"Why'd you stop being a surgeon?"
"I killed someone. Or, more accurately, I couldn't save someone, but it felt like killing them."
"You were an emergency room surgeon. It has to happen from time to time."
"It happened one time too many. I transferred my passion for anatomy into the culinary arts. I fix minds instead of bodies, and no one has died as a result of my therapy."
"I have to go. I have a date with the Chesapeake Ripper."