Léon: The Professional1994

Tony:
In the meantime, all you gotta do is come here every once in a while and I'll dish it out so's you can have a little fun. Okay? Here's a hundred bucks to start with.

Mathilda:
Can't I get a job instead?

Tony:
A job? What the hell can you do?

Mathilda:
I can "clean".

Tony:
I ain't got no work for a twelve-year-old kid, so get it out of your goddamn head! It's OVER! The game's OVER! Léon's DEAD!

[Mathilda breaks down in tears.]

Tony:
[softly] Come on. You think I ain't hurtin' too? But he's dead. And you're gonna forget all this craziness and get your little ass back to school. Capisce? [Starts to get impatient] Now take this money, and get the hell outta here, and don't let me see your face till next month, cause something tells me I'm about to lose my famous kind streak!