"Why, it's a shopping mall, Clarice. Surely you go shopping at malls, or is your experience limited to stores on the level of Target? I can understand that, what with the meager salary you received from your beloved F.B.I. Have they cut off that meager salary, Clarice? Do you need some money? I can help, you know."
He listened to the sounds of the crowds as she entered the Mall, knew she was closer to him, and that thought gave him frissons of pleasure, akin to those he experienced while laving her steering wheel.
"How are you doing, Clarice?" he countered her question with one of his own, "how are you feeling? About your career, and what they've done to it, what might be left of it. Is there anything left of your career, Clarice? Do you want there to be? How is your life, Clarice? I'd really like to know."