Organs were removed. Not all of them. He was choosy. He took the liver, thymus but left the heart.

Guilty.

A psychopath wouldn't be so scared of the truth, Jack. And Will's terrified, but that's not stopping him from trying to find it.

Is Will Graham a suspect?

You’re flushed. You been yelling?

Jack's obsessed with the Chesapeake Ripper and he's grooming Will to catch him.

I know who I am. I’m not so sure I know who you are anymore. But I am certain one of us killed Abigail.

The sad, dull truth of these crimes is they can usually be reduced to a male penetrative control issue.

Back to Baltimore.

I was there because I like that sort of thing. Just occurred to me you might, too.

I want to talk to Dr. Lecter.

One foot's bigger than another. One leg is longer. Puberty is in full effect.

Yesterday. At her father’s cabin. I had an episode. She said something was wrong with me. She was afraid of me. She ran away.

I'm not normal. Not anymore.

Imagination is an interesting accelerant for a fever.

I don't believe Dr. Lecter is dangerous, but I am concerned about his relationship with a patient of his. A man named Will Graham.

Am I alive...?

When possible, I try to leave an indelible mark wherever I go.

I dreamt you killed that doctor.

Damnit, Will. Stop looking in the wrong corner for an answer to this.