"Silence."
A comfortable pause.
"Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?" This in a deadpan delivery by a Clarice long accomplished in Classical Latin.
A shared look.
Laughter.
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(I couldn't resist. The other ending was dramatic, but somehow…unsatisfying. I believe they laugh—a lot. The doctor does like his fun, and it *was* 'prescribed' to Clarice…)
a tergo --from behind quod licet Iovi, non licet bovi --what is permitted to Jupiter is not permitted to a cow Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari? --How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?