Léon: The Professional1994

[Mathilda has entered Stansfield's office building by faking a food delivery; Stansfield has cornered her in a restroom.]

Norman Stansfield:
Special delivery, huh? Let me guess. Chinese? Thai, maybe? I've got it — Italian food. What's your name, angel?

Mathilda:
Mathilda.

Norman Stansfield:
Mathilda, I want you to set the sack on the floor. Good. [He draws a pistol.] And now, I want you to tell me everything you know about Italian food... and don't forget the name of the chef who fixed it for me.

Mathilda:
Nobody sent me. I do business for myself.

Norman Stansfield:
So, th-th-this, this is something personal, is it? What filthy piece of sh*t... did I do now?

Mathilda:
You killed my brother.

Norman Stansfield:
I'm sorry. [he moves in close to Mathilda.] And — you wanna join him?

Mathilda:
No.

Norman Stansfield:
It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweetheart?

Mathilda:
[whispering] Yes.

Norman Stansfield:
That's good — because I take no pleasure in taking a life if it's from a person who doesn't care about it.