Mathilda: Leon, I think I'm kinda falling in love with you.
[Leon chokes on his milk]
Mathilda: It's the first time for me, you know?
Léon: [wiping himself off] How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda: 'Cause I feel it.
Mathilda: [stoking her stomach] In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there and now... it's gone.
Léon: Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomach ache any more. I don't think it means anything.
Léon: [referring to his plant] It's my best friend. Always happy. No questions.
Mathilda: You killed my brother.
Stansfield: I'm sorry. And you want to join him?
Stansfield: It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweetheart?
Stansfield: That's good, because I take no pleasure in taking life if it's from a person who doesn't care about it.
Mathilda: [after planting Leon's plant in the school grounds] I think we'll be ok here, Leon.
Léon: The rifle is the first weapon you learn how to use, because it lets you keep your distance from the client. The closer you get to being a pro, the closer you can get to the client. The knife, for example, is the last thing you learn.
Mathilda: [Mathilda, crying about her brother's murder and her stepmother] I was more of a mother to him than thaat goddamn pig ever was!
Léon: Hey, don't talk like that about pigs. They're usually much nicer than people.
Mathilda: But they smell like shit.
Léon: Not true. As a matter of fact, right now I have one in my kitchen that's very clean and smells very nice.
Mathilda: You don't have a pig in your kitchen.
Léon: Yes, I do.
Mathilda: I was just in there and I didn't see any goddamned pig.
Léon: Don't move. I'll get him.
[Leon goes into the kitchen]
Léon: Piggy? Piggy? Where are you?
Léon: [Oinking noises are heard in the kitchen] Oink, oimk! Ah, there you are.
Léon: [More oinking, then a pig pot holder sticks its 'head' around the corner] Hi, Mathilda.
Mathilda: [She smiles] Hi, piggy.
Mathilda: I don't give a shit about sleeping, Leon. I want love, or death. That's it.
Stansfield: I haven't got time for this Mickey Mouse bullshit.
Fatman: Somebody's coming up. Somebody serious.
Mathilda: I hope you're not lying Leon. I really hope that deep down there's no love in you. And if there is, I think in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything. I love you Leon.
Stansfield: I like these quiet little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am writing here the name of a girl in the class who makes me sick. If things get hot, she'll take the heat.
Stansfield: I have a lot of respect for your business, Tony. When you've killed for us in the past we've always been satisfied. And that's exactly why today is going to be very, very hard for me. I hope you'll excuse my mood.
[Shows a crime scene photo]
Stansfield: My man was killed, right here, on your turf. And the chinks tell me that the hit man was kind of the... Italian type. So we figured that, uh, Tony might know something.
[Tony motions to speak]
Stansfield: Wait - there's more. You're gonna love this. A few hours later, a little twelve-year-old girl comes to my office armed to the teeth, with the firm intention of sending me straight to the morgue. And do you know who came and got her in the middle of the afternoon right there in my building? The very... same... Italian hit man.
Stansfield: I'm dying to meet him.
Stansfield: [catching Mathilda in the bathroom with food bags] Special delivery huh... Let me guess... Chinese? Thai, maybe? Ahh, I've got it. Italian food
[pops a pill and pulls out a gun]
Stansfield: What's your name angel...
Stansfield: ... Mathilda, I want you to put the sack on the floor... good... Now, I want you to tell me everything you know about Italian food, and don't forget the name of the chef who fixed it for me.
Mathilda: Nobody sent me.I do business for myself.
Stansfield: Ahh... so this is... something... personal?... What filthy peice of... shit... did I do now?
Mathilda: You killed my brother.
[to receptionist after being asked about her father (Leon)]
Mathilda: He's not my father. He's my lover.
Stansfield: Death is... whimsical... today.
Stansfield: [after the building explodes] Hey, what the fuck is going on up there? I said take the guy out, not the whole fucking building!
Léon: When it's tough like this, you know it's gonna be ugly. Better make it quick, or else you will be here all day listening to his crap.
Mathilda: Do you "clean" anyone?
Léon: No women, no kids, that's the rules.
Mathilda: How much would it cost to hire someone to get those dirtbags who killed my brother?
Léon: Five grand a head.
Mathilda: Wow. How about this: I work for you; in exchange, you teach me how to clean. Hmmm? What do you think? I'll clean your place, I'll do the shopping, I'll even wash your clothes. Is it a deal?
Mathilda: Can we try with real bullets now?
Tony: Hey, Leon, nothing's gonna happen to you. You're indestructible! Bullets slide off you, you play with 'em.
Léon: There was someone a long time ago. Before I came to the States. Her father didn't want her to see me. She was from a very respectable family. Mine was, you know, not so respectable. Her dad went nuts every time she'd take off to see me.
Mathilda: But she still snuck off to see you, right?
Mathilda: You see, nothing can stop love, Léon.
Old Lady: [investigating the noise] What's happening out there?
Malky: All right, ma'am, go away, DEA. Police.
Old Lady: Why don't you leave that poor family alone?
Malky: [to Stansfield] It's all right, everything's al right. Just calm down.
Stansfield: I am calm.
[loads his gun, looks at old lady]
Stansfield: I'm calm.
Old Lady: Why don't you leave them alone?
Stansfield: [shoots the window next to her] He said, "Go back inside".
Léon: He killed her. One shot to the head. They kept him in jail for two days. They let him go free. They said it was an accident. So, one night I waited for him. 500 feet with a lens. He also had an accident.
Léon: You still have your gun, so use it. Just do me a favor, don't shoot it out the window.
Léon: No discussion.
Tony: Change ain't good, you know Léon?
Mathilda: I've decided what to do with my life. I wanna be a cleaner.
Léon: You wanna be a cleaner?
[passes her a gun and bullets]
Léon: Here, take it. It's a goodbye gift. Go clean. But not with me. I work alone, understand? Alone.
Mathilda: Bonnie and Clyde didn't work alone. Thelma and Louise didn't work alone. And they were the best.
Stansfield: What filthy piece of shit did I do now?
Léon: Ey. What about the ring trick. You know that one?
Stansfield: I take no pleasure in taking a life if it's from a person who doesn't care about it.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Swat Chief: Now, get this fucking asshole out of there.
Benny: Oh, shit. We missed a girl, I'm trying to find the fucking super in this goddamn building.
Cigarette Kid: Know her?
The Kids: No.
Léon: [after Leon awakes suddenly from a furtive sleep] Relax. Everything's fine. Sleep well? I never really sleep. Got one eye open always.
Mathilda: You know a girl's first time is very important. It determines the rest of her life sexually. I read that once in one of my sister's magazine. My girlfriends told me they hated their first experience. That's because they didn't love the guys. They just did it to show off. Afterwards, they started liking it. Like cigarette. Will i like it the first time?
Swat Chief: Turn the fucking water off!
[he is having sex with his wife in the restroom, Mathilda opens the door]
Mathilda's Father: Shut the goddamn door!