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.
I like these quiet little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Léon: There was someone a long time ago. Before I came to the States. Her father didn't want her to see me. She was from a very respectable family. Mine was, you know, not so respectable. Her dad went nuts every time she'd take off to see me.Mathilda: But she still snuck off to see you, right?Léon: Right.Mathilda: You see, nothing can stop love, Léon.
I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
