Everything in this room is eatable, even I'm eatable, but that is called hannibalism, my dear children…
— Hannibal, confess. What is this divine-looking amuse-bouche?
— If I tell you, I'm afraid you won't even try it.
Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.
Hannibal: Mason is discourteous. And discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
Will: Are you thinking about eating him?
Hannibal: Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.