Character: Leon. Page 1

You're gonna lose, Mathilda. I heard the stopped reel.
Well, I get shot. You-what's the difference?
- No.
I hope you're not lying, Leon. I really hope that deep down you have no love. Because if there's even a little love for me in a few minutes you will regret not saying anything. (he raises the revolver to his temple) I love you, Leon.

Check it out.
- I trust you.
- One is not a hindrance. Remember that, Leon.

- Aim for the heart or the lungs... but if the client is not identified, then not pay.

- You bring me Breakfast in my room?
- No, here so it is not accepted... It's all for the rich! And we like people who are not too lazy to tear ass from the chair.

There are no Actresses more talented than the average woman.

- Don't stop looking for their homes.
- Where are my native places here in Switzerland where I was born, and in Milan, where I went to school?
- Your native places where the heart beats faster.

Rules, rules first and foremost. The rules are passed down from generation to generation, the rules that get me down. Rules give me the opportunity to today fail to work. To live - that's my job. That is the job I do not particularly like.

All of us have a strange relationship with the music that I love our parents...

- And you call that quick?! I've been here for ten minutes!
- I've tried.

- Matilda, when you kill someone, life becomes quite a different. Your life changes forever. You have until the end of his days sleeping with one eye open.
- Yes, I do give a shit about sleeping, Leon.

This is my best friend: always in a good mood and doesn't ask questions.

The rifle is the first weapon that you must learn to use it. Because it keeps you at a respectful distance from the client. What you'll more professional, the closer you can get to the client.

- How did you sleep?
- I never sleep only with one eye open.
- Yes? Never heard of sleeping with one eye open so snoring.

- You need to grow up!
- I am grown up, now just getting old.