Character: John Wick

- Suddenly I'm wrong.

I pierced the aorta with a knife. If you pull it out, you will bleed out and die. Consider it professional ethics.

- OU. Is that what you call 'jumping'?

- I didn't ask. Just said no.

[John loads his gun] - Let's go.

- Look good. I was afraid - you're going to throw. They know you're coming.
It doesn't matter.

- Welcome to continental! Your room is available, Mr. John Wick.
- Laundry good?
- Not so much.
- So I thought...

- Hey, John. Noise complaints!
- Hey, Jimmy. Noise complaints...
- You returned to work?
- No, to resolve something. So, tying up loose ends.
- Oh, right! Well, not gonna bother. Good night.
- Good. Laundry has already caused, the morning will be removed.

- I lost everything. The dog gave me a wife before I die.
- Jonathan, come out! But at least the finger is again lowered into the swamp, and it will cover the head. Forever.
- It's personal!

- Tell them, tell them all, who would not come for all I care, I'll kill them all, every single one.
- Of course, kill.

- And most importantly, don't forget - you owe me!
- You don't want such a debtor...

Behind me was a duty...
- Who?
- Her brother.
- Okay. So there never was a choice?
<...>
Yes.
- But you're now free...
- Really?
- No... I don't think. You killed my ward and we were close. An eye for an eye, John.

I lost everything. This dog was the last gift from my wife.