- Agent 47: Because that suitcase perfectly holds my Blaser Sniper Rifle, two .45s and a gag for irritating, talkative little girls like yourself. You want me to stop and get it out?
- Nika Boronina: I don't know - you think we have time for foreplay?
- Agent 47: [after releasing an irate Nika from his trunk] Don't be dramatic.
- Nika Boronina: Dramatic?
- Agent 47: I got rid of the body.
- Nika Boronina: These articles are full of shit, why do you buy these magazines?
- Agent 47: For the advertisements.
- Nika Boronina: [in tears, pleading, as 47 is about to shoot Whittier] Please... stop.
- Agent 47: [breathing heavy as he lowers his gun] She saved your life.
- Nika Boronina: The woman, two tables behind you - what's she wearing?
- Agent 47: The one with the red hair and the silk dress - facing you?
- Nika Boronina: Yeah.
- Agent 47: That's not a woman.
- [we see the "woman" behind him is obviously a transvestite. Nika smiles]
- Yuri Marklov: [screaming] You bastard!
- Agent 47: Yell all you like - the Lord himself won't hear you.
- Mike Whittier: Are you going to kill me?
- Agent 47: If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it when you walked to your car this morning and been gone by the time your body hit the sidewalk
- Mike Whittier: Then why are you here?
- Agent 47: To talk. But, Mike, if you make me kill you, you will not go alone. Sit. Are you a good man, Inspector?
- Mike Whittier: I think.
- Agent 47: And yet you've killed men.
- Mike Whittier: Yes.
- Agent 47: I'm gonna ask you a question. How you answer it will determine how this night ends. How does a good man decide when to kill?
- Nika Boronina: So are you going to kill me?
- Agent 47: No.
- Nika Boronina: You don't want to f*ck me and you don't want to kill me. I've never felt so much indifference in my entire life.
- Yuri Marklov: In Accordance with Article 1764.3 of the E.U. Charter, any state matters which deal directly with intelligence shall be the sole jurisdiction of the host country.
- Mike Whittier: Ah, The light bulb comes on, took me a minute, must be the jet lag. Are you telling me to fuck off?
- Jenkins: You don't have jurisdiction here!
- Smith Jamison: We aren't here, which means when we open up on you and shred your bodies with automatic fire then this will never have happened.
- Agent 47: The man you've been chasing is a killer. A Ghost. Rumor has it that he works for a group known only as "The Organization". So secret, no one knows it exists. Takes no sides - yet it has ties to every government. Its sole purpose is the training and conditioning of professional killers. These men are selected at birth - rejects, orphans - all of them - unwanted and disposable. They are made experts in every aspect of combat. And programmed for one purpose... To Kill.
- Mike Whittier: We are Interpol, and in accordance to section 3 we are transporting an international criminal.
- Smith Jamison: What criminal?
- [first lines; Whittier finds 47 sitting at the desk in his home]
- Mike Whittier: Fuck!
- [instinctively goes for his gun]
- Agent 47: It's not there. It's in the kitchen, where you left it.
- Mike Whittier: How'd you get in?
- Agent 47: You have a nice family. They're fine. Alive. Asleep.
- Agent 47: [Udre is telling 47 about the guns he has for sale] Whoa whoa whoa hold up. This is not a Kadr. It's a Chinese copy. In fact, I don't know if it's the drugs, or if you're usually this inept, but you've been wrong about most of these weapons. If the gun you're holding is as cheap as this one, even if you did manage to shoot her in the eye, and I'm not saying you could, you wouldn't kill her.
- [Udre shoots at 47, missing]
- Nika Boronina: [to Agent 47] You know, you're really quite charming when you're not killing people.
- Nika Boronina: [afterward, while he's on his way to kill more people] Scratch what I said about you being charming.