Fatman: Somebody's coming up. Somebody serious.
Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or just when you're a kid?
Leon: Always like this.
Stansfield: I like this moment of calm before the storm; It reminds me of Beethoven, can you hear it? It's like when you put your head to the grass, you can hear it growing, you can hear the little insects... Do you like Beethoven?
Malky: I couldn't really say.
Mathilda: Leon, what exactly do you do for a living?
Leon: Cleaner.
Mathilda: You mean you're a hit man?
Leon reluctantly: Yeah.
Mathilda: Cool.
Mathilda: Do you clean anyone?
Leon: No women, No kids, that's the rules.
Mathilda: How much would it cost to hire someone to get those dirtbags that killed my brother?
Leon: Five grand a head.
Mathilda: Wow. How about this: I work for you; in exchange, you teach me how to clean. What do you think? I'll clean your place, I'll do the shopping, I'll even clean your clothes. Is it a deal?
Mathilda: I've decided what to do with my life; I'm going to be a cleaner.
Leon: You want to be a cleaner? [passes her a gun and bullets] Here, goodbye gifts, go clean. But not with me. I work alone, understand? Alone.