播客 / 播放模仿主题月影视篇视频——004

DR. QUINN: Oh, Agent Starling... do you think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool?

CLARICE: No. I've a thought of your knowledge…

DR. QUINN: You're so ambitious, aren't you...? You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste... Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you - Agent Starling...? That accent you're trying so desperately to shed – pure West Virginia. What was your father, dear? Was he a coal miner? Did he stink of the lamp...? And oh, how quickly the boys found you! All those tedious, sticky fumblings, in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out. Getting anywhere - yes? Getting all the way - to the F...B...I.

CLARICE: You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? How about it...? Look at yourself and write down what you say. Or maybe you're afraid to.