I miss my dogs. I'm not going to miss you. I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore.Will
Hannibal: You delight yourself in wickedness and berate yourself for the delight.
Will: You delight. I tolerate. I don't have your appetite. Goodbye Hannibal.