John Wick

Well, John wasn't exactly The Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman.

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

John will come for you. And you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. So get the fuck out of my sight!

We live by a code. Which is why I'm not the one telling you that a certain helicopter at a certain helipad is being fueled for a certain someone.

You got out once. You dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.

— It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
— Who? The fucking nobody!
— That fuckin' nobody... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him Baba Yaga.

— 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.

I'll say this, John. They sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

— 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.