Korben Dallas: Finger, I was just on my way over to see you, when this big fare fell in my lap. You know, one of these really big fares that you just can't resist?
Finger: Ah. How big?
Korben Dallas: 5"9', blue eyes, long legs, great skin. You know, perfect.
Finger: Uh-hu, I see. And this perfect fare, she got a name?
Korben Dallas: Yeah. Leeloo.
Leeloo: Leeloo Dallas mul-ti-pass.
Korben Dallas: Yeah.
Korben Dallas: Yeah, multipass, she knows it's a multipass. Leeloo Dallas. This is my wife.
Korben Dallas: We're newlyweds. Just met. You know how it is. We bumped into each other, sparks happen...
Korben Dallas: Yes, she knows it's a multipass. Anyway, we're in love.
Zorg: I don't like warriors. Too narrow-minded, no subtlety. And worse, they fight for hopeless causes. Honor? Huh! Honor's killed millions of people, it hasn't saved a single one. Tell you what I do like though. A killer. A dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold blooded, clean, methodical and thorough.
General Munro: Is there any danger?
MacTilburgh: No, no, we've put it through the cellular hygiene detector, the cell is, for lack of a better word, perfect.
General Munro: All right. But Mr. Perfect better be polite, otherwise we'll turn him into cat food.
Leeloo: I don't know love. I was built to protect not to love, so there is no use for me other than this.
Leeloo: Me fifth element - supreme being. Me protect you.
DJ Ruby Rhod: Quiver ladies, quiver.
Police: Are you classified as human?
Korben Dallas: Negative, I am a meat popsicle.
David: Father, are you sure she's a supreme being?
Priest Vito Cornelius: What are you doing?
Korben Dallas: Trying to save your ass so you can save the world.
Zorg: A case with four stones in it! Not one or two or three but four! Four stones! What the hell am I supposed to do with an empty case?
Aknot: We are warriors, not merchants.
Zorg: But you can still count. Look it's easy. Look at my fingers, four stones, four crates, zero stones, zero crates! Pack everything up we're outta here.
Aknot: [Mangalores raise their guns.] We risked our lives! I think a little compensation is in order.
Zorg: Oh, so you are merchants after all. Leave them one crate for the cause.