I was more of a mother to him than thaat goddamn pig ever was! Hey, don't talk like that...

Mathilda: [Mathilda, crying about her brother's murder and her stepmother] I was more of a mother to him than thaat goddamn pig ever was! Léon: Hey, don't talk like that about pigs. They're usually much nicer than people. Mathilda: But they smell like shit. Léon: Not true. As a matter of fact, right now I have one in my kitchen that's very clean and smells very nice. Mathilda: You don't have a pig in your kitchen. Léon: Yes, I do. Mathilda: I was just in there and I didn't see any goddamned pig. Léon: Don't move. I'll get him. [Leon goes into the kitchen] Léon: Piggy? Piggy? Where are you? Léon: [Oinking noises are heard in the kitchen] Oink, oimk! Ah, there you are. Léon: [More oinking, then a pig pot holder sticks its 'head' around the corner] Hi, Mathilda. Mathilda: [She smiles] Hi, piggy.

I was more of a mother to him than that goddamned pig ever was. Hey, don't talk like that about pigs. They're usually much nicer than people. But they smell like shit. Not true. As a matter of fact, right now I have one in my kitchen, that's very clean, and smells very nice. You don't have a pig in your kitchen. Yes, I do. I was just in there, and I didn't see any goddamn pig. Don't move. I'll get him. Piggy, Piggy, where are you? There you are. (LEON SNORTING) Hi, Mathilda. Hi, Piggy. How are you today? I've seen better days. What's your name? Leon.