Hannibal: If I saw you every day forever, Will, I would remember this time.
Will: Strange seeing you here in front of me. Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven't been in years.
Hannibal: "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig."
Will: I wanted to understand you, before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear what I was seeing.
Hannibal: Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?
Will: Mine? Before you and after you. Yours? It's all starting to blur.
