The Silence of the Lambs as Poetry

Would it be a scary thing to admit to having seen a movie so many times you not only know every line, but every sound and piece of music? I happened to be looking around the great website Drew’s Script-o-rama and came upon The Silence of the Lambs. I love how it is all smashed together so that it reads like poetry:

Yeah. Jack Crawford must be very busy indeed
if he’s recruiting help from the student body.
Busy hunting that new one: Buffalo Bill.
What a naughty boy he is.
Do you know why he’s called Buffalo Bill?
Please tell me. The newspapers won’t say.
It started as a bad joke in Kansas City Homicide.
They said “This one likes to skin his humps.”
Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling?
Thrill me with your acumen.
It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims.
- I didn’t. – No. No, you ate yours.
You send that through now.