John Wick: Chapter 2 (2017)
Winston: You stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left. You incinerated the priest's temple. Burned it to the ground. Now he's free of the marker, what do you think he'll do? He had a glimpse of the other side and he embraced it. But you, Signor D'Antonio... took it away from him.
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. You want a war? Or do you wanna just give me a gun?
Bowery King: Somebody, please! Get this man a gun!
John Wick: Winston... tell them... Tell them all... Whoever comes, whoever it is... I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.
Winston: 'Course you will.
Sommelier: Good afternoon, Mr. Wick. It's been a long time.
John Wick: I'd like a tasting.
Sommelier: I know of your past fondness for the German varietals, but I can wholeheartedly endorse the new breed of Austrians. Glock .34 and .26. Recontoured grips. Flared magwell for easier reloads. And I know you'll appreciate the custom porting. What's next?
John Wick: I need something robust. Precise.
Sommelier: "Robust. Precise." AR-15, 11.5-inch. Compensated with an ion-bonded bolt carrier. Trijicon accupoint with 1-6 magnification.
John Wick: Could you recommend anything for the end of the night? Something big, bold.
Sommelier: May I suggest the Benelli M4? Custom bolt carrier release and charging handle. Textured grips, should your hands get... wet. An Italian classic.
John Wick: Dessert?
Sommelier: Dessert. The finest cutlery. All freshly stoned. Shall I have everything sent to your room?
John Wick: Yes. Thank you.
Sommelier: Excellent. Mr. Wick? Do enjoy your party.
Winston: Jonathan, listen to me.
Santino D'Antonio: A man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.
Winston: Jonathan, just walk away.
Santino D'Antonio: Yeah Jonathan. Walk aw...
[John kills Santino with a bullet in the forehead]
Winston: What have you done?
John Wick: Finished it.
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 workin' on it.
Italian Tailor: [Regarding a suit being made for John] ... And what style?
John Wick: Italian.
Italian Tailor: How many buttons?
John Wick: Two.
Italian Tailor: Trousers?
John Wick: Tapered.
Italian Tailor: How about the lining?
John Wick: Tactical.
Julius: I fail to recall the last time you were in Rome. And here I'd heard... you had retired.
John Wick: I had.
Julius: Then humor me with,uh... but one question. Sei qui per il Santo Padre?
[translation: Are you here for the Pope?]
John Wick: No.
Julius: All right then.
[Pulls out a key]
Julius: One of our finest rooms.
John Wick: Grazie.
Julius: Enjoy your stay.
Cassian: You working?
John Wick: Yeah... You?
Cassian: Good night?
John Wick: Afraid so.
Santino D'Antonio: Listen to me. What is this? Hmm? Do you remember? This is your blood. You came to me. I helped you. If you don't do this, you know the consequences.
John Wick: I'm not that guy anymore.
Santino D'Antonio: You are always that guy, John.
John Wick: I can't help you. I'm sorry.
Santino D'Antonio: You're right. You can't. But he can. I'll see you soon, John.
John Wick: The knife is in your aorta. You pull it out, you will bleed and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy.
[John walks away]
John Wick: I'd like to see the manager.
Charon: How good to see you again so soon, Mr. Wick. Shall I announce you?
John Wick: Yes, please.
John Wick: [to his dog] Stay.
Charon: [Wick leaves to see the manager; Charon makes a call] Mr. Wick is on his way to see you, sir.
Cassian: So, you're free?
John Wick: Am I?
Cassian: No. Not at all. You killed me ward. Someone I was close to. An eye for an eye, John. You know how it goes.
John Wick: Yeah.
[They both drink]
Bowery King: [Referring to the scar on his neck] A gift from the boogeyman. Perfect for every occasion.
Bowery King: That's downright upright of you, Mr. Wick.
Jimmy: Good evening, John.
John Wick: Hey, Jimmy.
Jimmy: [points at burning house in the background] Gas leak?
John Wick: Yeah. Gas leak.
Jimmy: [beat] You workin' again?
John Wick: I'll see you, Jimmy.
Bowery King: Kimber 1911. 45 ACP. Seven round capacity.
John Wick: Seven rounds?
Bowery King: Seven million dollars gets you seven rounds. That's a million dollars a round, baby.
[John loads the gun]
John Wick: Let's go.