Hannigram Quotes

2.02 Sakizuki

Will: "I've lost the plot. I am the unreliable narrator of my own story."

Alana: "You have an incomplete self. There are pieces of you... you can't see."

Will: "I'm afraid to see. I don't know who I am anymore. And I'm afraid."

Hannibal: "Without remembering, you're seized by something imagined."

Will: "I don't know which is worse. Believing I did it... or, um, believing that you did it and... did this to me."

Alana: "Hannibal isn't responsible, Will. And neither are you. We have to get to the truth of what happened. It's the only way you can move forward."

Will: "I felt so betrayed by you. Betrayal was the only thing that felt real to me. I... I trusted you. And I needed to trust you."

Hannibal: "And you can trust me."

script: Will winces, feeling the burn of wanting to believe Hannibal.
Will: "I am very... I'm v- I'm very confused."

Alana: "Of course you are."

Hannibal: "Will, let us help you. Let me help you."

Will: "I... I... I need your help."

Hannibal: "I'm resuming Will Graham's therapy."

Bedelia: "To what end? Besides your own."

Hannibal: "He asked for my help."

Bedelia: "Then maybe you deserve each other."

Beverly: "Each of these people has a slightly different flesh tone. It could be like a color palette."

Hannibal: "The color of our skin is so often politicized. It would almost be refreshing to see someone revel in the aesthetic for aesthetics' sake - if it weren't so horrific. We're supposed to see color, Jack. That may be all this killer has ever seen in his fellow man, which is why it is so easy for him to do what he does to his victims."

Beverly: "Which is why there'll be a lot more bodies on his color palette."

Hannibal: "A fascinating insight, Ms. Katz - as if Will Graham himself were here in the room."

Jack: "Yes, it is. How's Will Graham?"

Hannibal: "I've been obliged to stay on this side of the light."

Will: "Select patients have taken to urinating on the therapists."

Hannibal: "I would argue drawing a line might encourage a pissing contest."

Will: "I'm not interested in a pissing contest with you, Dr. Lecter. Please, pull up your chair."

Hannibal: "You said the light from friendship won't reach us for a million years - that's how far away we are. I hope our friendship feels closer today."

Will: "Friends have a symmetrical relationship. Psychiatrist and patient, that's unbalanced."

Hannibal: "There is a power differential between psychiatrist and patient... one that I'm well aware of, particularly with my own therapist."

Will: "But we're just having conversations."

Hannibal: "You threatened me with a reckoning."

Will: "I did. I can't claim unconsciousness on that one."

Hannibal: "You were searching for something in your head to incriminate me. I can only assume you didn't find it."

Will: "There's not much in there I recognize."

Hannibal: "Whatever you remember, if you do remember, will be a distortion of reality, not the truth of events."

Will: "I'm realizing that."

Hannibal: "Beverly Katz has come to see you. Wouldn't want Alana Bloom to worry about you dwelling on anything morbid in what's to be a time of recovery."

Will: "It's the only thing that feels normal."

Hannibal: "The violence?"

Will: "The structure of understanding the violence."

Hannibal: "You're missing pieces of yourself. Careful what you replace them with. What did you see in the pictures?"

Will: "This killer... he's not stringing his victims up; he's stitching them together. Each body is a brushstroke. He's making a human mural."

Hannibal: "Why does he do it?"

Will: "He's missing pieces too."

Will: "Dr. Lecter has advised me against dwelling on anything morbid."

Alana?: "I know you want to stop these murder as much as I do."

Hannibal: "When God looks down at you, don't you want to be looking back at Him?" Hannibal sews. Blood flows. And sews. More blood.

Then, incredibly: Muralist: "Yes." As the narcotic takes hold, his life ebbing away, the Muralist recalls their agreement: "What is it you wanted from me?"

Hannibal: "Only this."

script: Camera pulls up and away as Hannibal stitches the Muralist into his own masterwork, making Will Graham's forecast come to pass. A valentine. And just as Will intended.

Beverly: "You and Will Graham are a good team. You gave us the what we were looking for; he gave us the where. Corn dust on the craquelure."

Hannibal: "Yes, Will and I do make a good team."

Hannibal: "What would be the last image fixed on this dying eye?"

Will: "I made you pliable. Molded you. Set and sealed you where you lay. This is my design. A dead eye of... vision... and consciousness. I am fixed and unseeing. Unless someone else sees me."

Will: "You're Hannibal Lecter's therapist. What's that like?"

Bedelia: "I've heard so much about you, I feel I almost know you."

Will: "You don't."

Bedelia: "No, I don't. But I understand you better than I thought. I... wanted to meet you before I withdraw."

Will: "What are you withdrawing from?"

Bedelia: "Social ties."

Will: "Well, you're a psychiatrist. Isn't our sense of self a consequence of social ties?"

Bedelia: "They certainly are in your case. It may be small comfort, but I am convinced Hannibal has done what he honestly believes is best for you."

Will: "No, that isn't small comfort; that would be no comfort."

Bedelia: "The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive. You can survive this happening to you."

Will: "Happening to me?"

Bedelia (whispering): "I believe you."