75 Léon: The Professional Quotes (2024)

Léon: The Professional

Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?
Léon: Always like this.

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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.
Léon: Where?

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.

#her #been

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Léon: You need some time to grow up a little.
Mathilda: I finished growing up, Léon. I just get older.
Léon: For me it's the opposite. I'm old enough. I need time to grow up.

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Léon: And stop saying "okay" all the time. Okay?
Mathilda: Okay.
Léon: Good.

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Stansfield: Bring me everyone.
3rd Stansfield man: What do you mean "everyone"?
Stansfield: EVERYONE!

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Mathilda: I don't wanna lose you, Leon.
Léon: You're not going to lose me. You've given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed, have roots. And you'll never be alone again, Mathilda. Please, go now, baby, go. Calm down, I'll meet you at Tony's in an hour, I love you, now go, go now.

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Léon: [referring to his plant] It's my best friend. Always happy. No questions.

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Léon: Stansfield?
Stansfield: At your service.
Léon: [handing him something] This is from... Mathilda.
Stansfield: [sees that it's a pin for a grenade] Shit.

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Mathilda: You killed my brother.
Stansfield: I'm sorry. And you want to join him?
Mathilda: No.
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?
Mathilda: Yes.

Stansfield: That's good, because I take no pleasure in taking life if it's from a person who doesn't care about it.

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Mathilda: [after planting Leon's plant in the school grounds] I think we'll be ok here, Leon.

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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.

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Mathilda: Sleep well?
Léon: I never really sleep well. Got one eye open, always.
Mathilda: Yeah, I forgot. You know, I never saw someone with one eye open snore so much.

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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.

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Mathilda: I don't give a shit about sleeping, Leon. I want love, or death. That's it.

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Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven. 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. Do you like Beethoven?
Malky: I couldn't really say.

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Mathilda: How old were you when you made your first hit?
Léon: Nineteen.
Mathilda: Beat you!

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Stansfield: I like these quiet little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.

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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.