Mathilda: I don’t give a shit about sleeping, Leon. I want love, or death. That’s it.
Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid?
Léon: Always like this.
Alabama: Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you’re so cool, you’re so cool, you’re so cool.
Lula: This whole world’s wild at heart and weird on top.