Life. It's like a box of chocolates. Cheap, thoughtless, useless gift that nobody ever ask for. unreturnable because all you ever get back is another box of chocolates. so your stuck with this...undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly gulp down till there is nothing else left to eat. Sure, once and awhile there's a...peanut butter cup, english toffee, but they're gone to fast, the taste id fleeting. So all you have left is...broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts. And if you desperate enough to eat those, all you have left is an empty box filled with useless brown, paper wrappers.
~Red Dragon~

You know what you look like to me in your fancy bag and your cheap shoes? You look Like a Rube. A well shrubbed rube with little taste. A good nutrition has given you some length of the bone bone but you still only one genaration from pur white trash, aren't you Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desprately to hide? Pure West Virgina. What was you father dear? Was he a coal miner? Did he stink of olean? You know how easy the boys found you, a those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seat of car while you were only dreaming of getting out! Getting anywhere! Getting all the way to the F. . .B. . .I.