Agent 47: Because that suitcase perfectly holds my Blaser Sniper Rifle, two .45s and a gag for irritating, talkative little girls like yourself. You want me to stop and get it out?
Nika Boronina: I don't know - you think we have time for foreplay?
Agent 47: Nika...
Nika Boronina: Yes?
Agent 47: Stop talking or I'll put you back in the trunk.
Yuri Marklov: [screaming] You bastard!
Agent 47: Yell all you like - the Lord himself won't hear you.
Agent 47: [after releasing an irate Nika from his trunk] Don't be dramatic.
Nika Boronina: Dramatic?
Agent 47: I got rid of the body.
Agent 47: Who was the client?
[silence from the laptop]
Agent 47: Answer me! Who ordered the hit on Belicoff?
[continued silence]
Agent 47: If you set me up, I will find you and I will burn that building to the ground around you.
Nika Boronina: The woman, two tables behind you - what's she wearing?
Agent 47: The one with the red hair and the silk dress - facing you?
Nika Boronina: Yeah.
Agent 47: That's not a woman.
[we see the "woman" behind him is obviously a transvestite. Nika smiles]
Jenkins: No! No! Don't touch that!
[Russian forensic operative presses key on laptop, screen says "hard drive permanently deleted."]
Jenkins: Where do you get your fucking license...?
Nika Boronina: These articles are full of shit, why do you buy these magazines?
Agent 47: For the advertisements.
Nika Boronina: What colour underwear am I wearing?
Agent 47: You're not wearing any underwear.
Nika Boronina: What are you going to do?
Agent 47: What I do.
Nika Boronina: [in tears, pleading, as 47 is about to shoot Whittier] Please... stop.
Agent 47: [breathing heavy as he lowers his gun] She saved your life.
[last lines]
Agent 47: I told you to leave her alone. You should have listened.
Mike Whittier: We are Interpol, and in accordance to section 3 we are transporting an international criminal.
Smith Jamison: What criminal?
Jenkins: You don't have jurisdiction here!
Smith Jamison: We aren't here, which means when we open up on you and shred your bodies with automatic fire then this will never have happened.
Nika Boronina: So are you going to kill me?
Agent 47: No.
Nika Boronina: You don't want to f*ck me and you don't want to kill me. I've never felt so much indifference in my entire life.
[first lines; Whittier finds 47 sitting at the desk in his home]
Mike Whittier: Fuck!
[instinctively goes for his gun]
Agent 47: It's not there. It's in the kitchen, where you left it.
Mike Whittier: How'd you get in?
Agent 47: You have a nice family. They're fine. Alive. Asleep.
Agent 47: Eat your sandwich. I need to get some sleep.
Yuri Marklov: In Accordance with Article 1764.3 of the E.U. Charter, any state matters which deal directly with intelligence shall be the sole jurisdiction of the host country.
Mike Whittier: Ah, The light bulb comes on, took me a minute, must be the jet lag. Are you telling me to fuck off?
