John Wick

When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep. A final gift from my wife.

— What does he want you to do?
— I didn't ask. I just said no.

— I had a marker.
— Whose?
— Her brother.
— I see. You had no choice.
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— Yeah.
— So you're free.
— Am I?
— No. Not at all. You killed my ward. Someone I was close to. An eye for an eye, John.

— What the hell were you thinking, giving a marker to a man like Santino D'Antonio?
— It was the only way I could get out.
— Oh. You call this 'out'?

— Saying goodbye?
— Saying hello.
— You think your wife can hear you?
— No.
— Then why bother?
— Maybe I'm wrong.

Caine: — Those who cling to death, live.
John Wick: — Those who cling to life, die.

— Your descent into Hell begins here, Mr. Wick. He's at the museum. Earl will guide you. Do be careful on your way down. Oh, and remember... you owe me.
— You don't want me owing you.

— Winston... tell them. Tell them all. Whoever comes, whoever it is... I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.
— 'Course you will.

— Evenin', John.
— Evenin', Jimmy. Noise complaint?
— Noise complaint.
— You, workin' again?
— No, just sortin' some stuff out.
— Well... I'll leave you be, then. Good night, John.
— Good night, Jimmy.

People keep asking if I'm back. And I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back!

— Good evening, Mr. Wick.
— Good evening.
— How may I be of service?
— Is the doctor in?
— Yes, sir. 24/7.
— Then send him up, please.
— Yes, sir.
— How good's your laundry?
— I'm sorry to say that no one's that good.
— No. I thought not.

— Good to see you, John.
— Charlie.
— You look good. And here I'd feared you'd left all this behind.

The blade is in your aorta. You pull it out, you will bleed, and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy.

— There's a storm coming. Not just for me. For all of us. For everyone under the Table.
— Yes, killing someone who has a seat at the High Table does create a problem. But it's your problem, baby. After all, none of my people sent Gianna D'Antonio... to the hereafter.
— That being said, Santino has her seat now. And he wants the city. When he's done uptown, you think he's gonna stop at 14th Street?
— We'll just have to take care of ourselves.
— Oh, yeah? For how long? And how much blood? You kill Santino, the Camorra, and the High Table come for you. I kill Santino, they come for me.
— He's offered $7 million for your life. Seven million dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Wick.
— So I guess you have a choice. You want a war? Or do you wanna just give me a gun?
— Somebody, please! Get this man a gun!
— Kimber 1911, .45 ACP. Seven-round capacity.
— Seven rounds?
— Seven million dollars gets you seven rounds. That's a million dollars a round, baby.
— Let's go.

— Hey, Addy.
— My God! How long has it been? Four years?
— Five and change.
— So tell me, how was life on the other side?
— It was good, Addy. Far better than I deserved.
— Hey, I'm sorry to hear about your...
— Thanks.
— I've never seen you like this.
— Like what?
— Vulnerable.