- Bob: You died Saturday at 5:00 p.m. The prison doctor confirmed suicide after an overdose of tranquillizers. You're buried in Maisons-Alfort, row 8, plot 30.
- Nikita: [looking at pictures of her funeral] Titi... That's Titi!
- Bob: I work, let's say, for the government. We've decided to give you another chance.
- Nikita: What do I do?
- Bob: Learn. Learn to read, walk, talk, smile and even fight. Learn to do everything.
- Nikita: What for?
- Bob: To serve your country.
- Nikita: What if I don't want to?
- Bob: Row 8, Plot 30.
- [after Nikita obliterates her target with a large automatic pistol]
- Professeur de tir: You've used one of these before?
- Nikita: Not on paper.