• Hannibal: I know we've been talking about eloping, Will. But I've always wanted a church wedding.
  • Will: We can't have that, we're in hiding. Who would we even invite?
  • Hannibal: Chiyoh, Alana, Margot, Bedelia, Freddie, the entire FBI...
  • Will: Hannibal-
  • Hannibal: And for a venue I was thinking the Sistine Chapel .
  • Will: I'm not Catholic.
  • Hannibal: I'll take care of all the food, so you don't need to worry about that. I love cooking for a large crowd.
  • Will: I don't think this would work.
  • Hannibal: We're having a church wedding, Will Graham. You are going to walk down the aisle while a choir of 30 boys sings this ballad in Archaic Latin I wrote for you. You will be married off by Jack Crawford who Chiyoh will hold at gunpoint. Chiyoh will be my best man and she will be wearing every single flower mentioned in Dante's Paradiso and will hold a platinum ring with no fewer than seven diamonds. I've been planning this since I first set eyes on you, Will. It's. Going. To. Happen.