You shouldn't talk about pigs that way. They're usually much nicer than people.
No women, no kids. That's the rules.
Mathilda, why are you doing this to me? I've been nothing but nice to you.
The rifle is the first thing you learn, 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.
Keep calm. Don't take your eyes off him. Breathe easy. Watch his movement. Pretend you're running with him ó try to feel his next movement. Take a deep breath... hold it... now.
I'm late for work. I hate being late for work.
Leave it to me. We're checking out.
See you at Tony's. I'm gonna clean them all. Tony's in an hour.
This is... from... Mathilda.
I've seen better days.
You've been really great with me, Leon. And it's not always like tható you know?
If you don't help me I'll die tonight. I can feel it. And I don't wanna die tonight.
I'm putting in the name of a girl in my class who makes me sick. If things get hot, she'll take the heat.
Can we try with real bullets now?
I know where to find the guys who killed my brother. Their boss is Norman Stansfield, and he's in the D.E.A. building, room 4602. I'm gonna do them myself. If something goes wrong, I left you twenty grand on the table. It's for a contract ó five grand a head, right? I know I'll feel better after I do this."
I think we're gonna be okay here, Leon.
If you really wanted to help it, you'd plant it in the park, so it could have roots.
I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
We said noon. I've got one minute past.
Jesus! Look what you did! LOOK- WHAT- YOU DID!
I haven't got TIME for this Mickey-Mouse bullshit!
I need you to get me everyone. What do you mean, "everyone?" EVERYONE!
Death is... whimsical, today.
I have a lot of respect for your business, Tony. When you've killed for us in the past, w-we've always been satisfied. And that's exactly why today is going to be very, very hard for me.
My man was killed right here on your turf, and the Chinks tell me that the hit man was kind of the, uh, Italian type. So we figured Tony might know something. Wait, there's more - you're gonna love this. A few hours later, a little twelve-year-old girl comes into my office armed to the teeth, with the firm intention of sending me straight to the morgue. And you know who came and got her, in the middle of the afternoon, right there in my building? The very same Italian hit man. I'm dying to meet him!