The Best Mason Verger Quotes

Mason: Isn't it funny?
Clarice: What's that?
Mason: You can look at my face, but you shied when I said the name of God.

Mason: I showed him my toys, my noose set-up, among other things - it's where you sort of hang yourself, but not really. It feels good while you, uh... well, you know. Anyway, he said "Mason,"...
Hannibal: Mason, would you like a popper?
Mason: And I said, would I! Oh wow! Once that kicked in I was flying... He said "Mason, show me how you smile to gain the confidence of a child." I smiled, and he said "Oh, I see how you do it."
[In flashback, Mason kicks out a full-length mirror]
Mason: The good doctor approached me with a piece of broken mirror. "Try this,"
Hannibal: Try peeling off your face...
Mason: "... and feeding it to the dogs."
[In the flashback, Mason does so, still laughing hysterically]
Hannibal: No, I can still see it. Try again! No, I'm afraid not...
Mason: That's entertainment!
[dissolve to the present]
Mason: Ah, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Clarice: How did he end up at your house?
Mason: I invited him of course... to my pied-à-terre. I came to the door in my nicest come-hither outfit. I was concerned... that he'd be afraid of me. But he didn't seem to be. Afraid of me. That's almost funny now.

Mason: [as Barney opens a pastry box] I might be able to get a cookie down. What do you think, Cordell?
Cordell: I think it would kill you.

Mason: When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin'... but not to help.

Mason: Cordell, shoot him! Get the gun and shoot him!
Cordell: Go into the pen?
Mason: Yes!
Cordell: No, I'm staying out of this.
Mason: You're involved, is what you are, in all of it! Now do it!
Cordell: No.
Mason: Yes!
Hannibal: [Cordell is standing behind Mason's wheelchair on a ledge overlooking the wild boar] Hey, Cordell! Why don't you push him in? You can always say it was me.

Mason: You know, I thank God for what happened. It was my salvation. Have you accepted Jesus, Agent Starling? Do you have faith?
Clarice: I was raised Lutheran.
Mason: That's not what I asked.

Mason: Cordell, I think you can leave us now.
Cordell: I thought I might stay. Perhaps... I could be useful.
Mason: You can be *useful* seeing about my lunch.

Mason: [watching a tourist's video of Hannibal, waving from the balcony after killing Pazzi] Tell me, Cordell, to you does that look like a wave goodbye... or hello?

Mason: I have immunity from the Justice Department, and I have immunity from the Risen Jesus. And nobody beats the Riz!

[Mason Verger is going to have Hannibal Lecter fed to wild pigs]
Mason: You will stay for the evening's entertainment, won't you, Cordell?
Cordell: If it's all the same to you, I think I'd rather not.
Mason: Rather not? Or *will* not?

Mason: Oh, coulda, woulda, should. I mean what do you think about the money?
Paul: Five.
Mason: Oh, let's just toss it off like 'five'! Let's say it with the respect it deserves.
Paul: Five-hundred-thousand-dollars.
Mason: Well, that's better, but not much. Will it work?
Paul: It'll work. Won't be pretty.
Mason: What ever is?
[Line disconnects]
Mason: Cocksucker!

Mason: So what do ya think, Cordell? Does Lecter want to fuck her or kill her or eat her alive?
Cordell: Probably all three, though I wouldn't want to predict in what order.

[Hannibal and Mason see each other for the first time in years]
Mason: Hylochoerus Meinertzhageni. Ring any bells from high school biology, doctor? No? Well, I could list its most conspicuous features if that would help jog the memory.
[wheels around the restrained Hannibal]
Mason: Three pairs of incisors, one pair of elongated canines, three pairs of molars, four pairs of pre-molars, upper and lower, for a total of forty-four teeth.
[stops to face Hannibal]
Mason: The meal will begin with an hors d'oeuvre tartare: your feet. The main course - the rest of you - won't be served until seven hours later, but during that time, you'll be able to enjoy the effects of the consumed appetizer with a full-bodied saline drip. I guess you wish now you'd fed the rest of me to the dogs, hmm?
Hannibal: [perfectly calm] No, Mason... No, I much prefer you the way you are.
Mason: [holding back anger] So... dinner at 8.