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.