Léon: Uh - Mathilda: You don't know how to read. Mathilda: Where to? Léon: Not my problem. Mathilda: What do you want me to do? I've got no place to go. Hmmm? What do you think? I'll clean your place, I'll do the shopping, I'll even wash your clothes. How about this: I work for you, and in exchange, you teach me how to clean. Mathilda: How much would it cost to hire someone to get those dirtbags who killed my brother? Léon: Five grand a head.

Mathilda: Do you 'clean' anyone? Léon: No women, no kids. Mathilda: You mean you're a hit man? Léon : Yeah. Mathilda: Forget? After I've seen the outline of my brother's body on the floor, you expect me to forget? I wanna kill those sons of bitches, and blow their fucking heads off! Mathilda: Leon, what exactly do you do for a living? Léon: Cleaner. I was more of a mother to him than that goddamn pig ever was! Léon: Revenge is not a good thing, it's better to forget. He just used to sit next to me and cuddle. Léon: If you couldn't stand them, why are you crying? Mathilda: Because they killed my brother! What the hell did he do? Four years old. Just a half-sister, and not a good half at that. Léon: Your mother, she - Mathilda: She's not my mother! And my sister - she wanted to lose some weight anyway. Mathilda: If somebody didn't do it, one day or another I would've probably done it myself. I know your husband paid tuition in advance for a year, but if you will refer to page twenty of the rules and regulations manual we sent you, you will see you will see that unless there is a valid excuse for prolonged absence, your tuition will be forfeit. Now, Mathilda left school without permission nearly two weeks ago. But if they are not here, there is very little we can do. Well, as you know, we pride ourselves on turning troubled girls into healthy, productive young women. Lando, when your husband enrolled Mathilda at Spencer, he told us she had 'problems'. Mathilda: Hello? Caller: This is Margueritte McAllister, headmistress of the Spencer School for Girls in Wildwood, New Jersey. That's why I stopped! Toss the apartment. But after his openings, to be honest, he does tend to get a little fucking boring.

Do you like Beethoven? Malky: I couldn't really say. Can you hear it? It's like when you put your head to the grass and you can hear the growin' and you can hear the insects.

I love you Leon.ĭialogue Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. And if there is, I think in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything. I really hope that deep down there's no love in you. I don't give a shit about sleeping, Leon.The knife, for example, is the last thing you learn. The closer you get to being a pro, the closer you can get to the client. The rifle is the first weapon you learn how to use, because it lets you keep your distance from the client.

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