This killer is not too cold.

Leon: Don't always say "yes". Okay？

Mathilde: OK.

Leon: Good.

Leon: OK.

Mathilde: I've grown up, I'm just getting older.

Mathilde: I have grown up. I am getting old.

Mathilde: Is life always so hard, or is it only when you are a child?

Mathilde: Is life always so hard, or is it just childhood?

Leon: It's always like this.

Leon: It's always so bitter.

Leon: (referring to his plants)

It's my best friend. Happy forever. No problem.

Leon: (referring to his plants) He is my best friend, always happy and never asks questions.

(To the receptionist after being asked about her father "Leon")

Mathilde: He's not my father. He is my lover.

When asked about her "father" Leon.

Mathilde: He is not my father, he is my lover.

Mathilde: Leon, I think I'm in love with you.

Mathilde: I think I'm in love with you, Leon.

(Leon choked on his milk)

Leon: This is my first time, you know?

(Leon choked on milk)

Mathilde: This is my first love, you know?

Leon: (wiping his body) If you have never been in love, how do you know it is love?

Leon: (wiping milk) You've never been in love. How do you know this is love?

Mathilde: Because I feel it.

Mathilde: I feel it.

Leon: Where?

Mathilde: (rubbing his stomach) It's in my stomach. Everything is warm. I always have a knot ... it's gone.

Mathilde: (rubbing his stomach) My stomach. It's warm now. There used to be a knot here … now there isn't.

Leon: Mathilde, I'm glad you don't have a stomachache anymore. I don't think it means anything.

Leon: Mathilde, I'm glad your stomachache is over, but it doesn't mean anything.

Mathilde: I don't want to lose you, Leon

Mathilde: I don't want to lose you, Leon.

Leon: You won't lose me. You gave me a taste of life I want to be happy. Sleeping in bed, with roots. You'll never be alone again, Mathilda. Please, let's go, baby. Let's go. Calm down, go, go.

Leon: You won't lose me. You gave me a taste of life and I want to be happy. Sleep in bed, have their own roots. You'll never be alone again, Mathilde. Please, let's go, baby. Let's go. Calm down. Go now. Let's go

Hey, Stan! Stan! What are you doing? He is dead!

Marcy: Hey, Stan, Stan! What are you doing? He's dead.

Stansfield: But he ruined my suit.

I hope you're not lying.

I hope you really don't have any feelings for me.

You'd better have no feelings for me.

Because just a little bit.

You will regret that you didn't say anything to me.

I am mature enough, but I am old.

I'm old enough. I need to grow up. ...

You have exhausted my good temper. ...

Poems praising urban civilization