John Wick: You can either hand over your son, or you can die screaming next to him.
Viggo Tarasov: What happened, John?.. We're professionals... Civilized.
John Wick: Do I look civilized to you?
Bowery King: Oh and remember! You owe me.
John Wick: You don't want me owing you.
Sommelier: Good afternoon, Mr. Wick. It's been a long time.
John Wick: I'd like a tasting.
Sommelier: I know your past fondness for the German varietals but I can wholeheartedly endorse the new breed of Austrians, Glock 34 and 26. What's next?
John Wick: I need something robust, precise.
Sommelier: Robust, precise. AR-15.
John Wick: Could you recommend anything for the end of the night? Something big, bold.
Sommelier: May I suggest the Benelli M4? An Italian classic.
John Wick: Dessert.
Sommelier: Dessert? The finest cutlery. Shall I have everything sent to your room?
John Wick: Yes, thank you. Excellent.
Sommelier: Mr. Wick, do enjoy your party.
The Bowery King: He's offered seven million dollars for your life. Seven million dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Wick.
John Wick: So I guess you have a choice. Do you want a war? Or do you want to just give me a gun?
The Bowery King: As I live and breathe! John Wick... The man. The myth. The legend. You're not very good at retiring.
John Wick: I'm working on it.
Bowery King: Are you pissed off, too, John?
John Wick: Yeah.
John Wick: I have served. I will be of service.
