John Wick: Sofia, don't.

Sofia: He shot my dog.

John Wick: I get it.

Winston: I know you will do The Continental proud.

Charon: I'll see you soon, sir.

Winston: And you, Jonathan, do what you do best.

John Wick: What's that?

Winston: Hunt... Si vis pacem, para bellum!

Winston: Si vis pacem, para bellum.

[Latin translation: If you want peace, prepare for war]

The Director: All of this for what? Because of a puppy?

John Wick: It wasn't just a puppy.

Winston: This haven is safe no more.

John Wick: Are services still off limit to me?

Winston: Under the circumstances your privileges are reinstated immediately, what do you need?

John Wick: Guns, lots of guns.

Zero: [With sword sticking through chest] Hey, John. That was a pretty good fight, huh?

John Wick: Yeah.

[John gets up and starts walking away]

Zero: Yeah. Don't worry about me, John. I just gotta catch my breath. I'll catch up to you, John.

John Wick: No, you won't.

John Wick: [about Winston's deal with The Adjudicator] Parley?

Winston: Parley.

John Wick: Sofia, we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.

Sofia: Nothing's ever just a conversation with you, John.

Sofia: Sit.

[the dogs sit down]

Sofia: [to John] I was talking to you.

Zero: I gotta say, I'm a pretty big fan.

Bowery King: They about to learn that if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

Zero: Is that the dog? He likes you. Me? I'm, uh, more of a cat person myself.

The Adjudicator: Have you decided to step down?

Winston: I think not.

The Adjudicator: And you, will you be putting a bullet in his head?

John Wick: No, I don't think I will.

The Adjudicator: Very well.

[Adjudicator makes a phone call]

Administrator: Administration.

The Adjudicator: I'd like to change a designation.

Administrator: Verification?

The Adjudicator: Adjudication 1011979, The Continental Hotel, New York.

Administrator: New designation?

The Adjudicator: Deconsecrated.

Bowery King: Avert your eyes, my sweet.

[He releases the pigeon he's holding]

Bowery King: The king is dead. Long live the king.

Bowery King: You look as bad as I feel.

Winston: Would you help set the mood for our new guest?

Charon: Let us begin.

The Elder: Why do you want to live?

John Wick: To remember Helen. To remember us.

[last lines]

Bowery King: How you doing John? You look as bad as I feel.

[King chuckles]

Bowery King: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Raise a hand if you can hear me, John.

[John raises his left hand]

Bowery King: Oh, shit. They took a finger. Ain't that a bitch?

[King chuckles again as John flips him off]

Bowery King: Oh, John fucking Wick. So, the old boy keeps his hotel and you take the fall. Can't say I blame him. I would've done the same thing if I was in his shoes. But this High Table shit...

[King gets up]

Bowery King: Seven cuts.

[King chuckles]

Bowery King: Under the table is where shit gets done. And they're about to find out, if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

[King gets down on his knees]

Bowery King: So... Let me ask you, John. How do you feel? 'Cause I am really pissed off. You pissed, John? Hmm? Are you?

John Wick: [gets up] Yeah.

The Adjudicator: You gentleman, of course, realize that was the first wave. Merely an amuse-bouche. We can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.

Winston: Are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?

The Adjudicator: There won't be anything "protracted" about it.

Winston: Or you can take the Continental, I have no about that, but keeping it, that's a different matter entirely. My allegiances run way beyond this building.

The Adjudicator: We are High Table.

Winston: And we... are New York City.

The Adjudicator: Are we negotiating?

Winston: I believe we are.

The Director: Your ticket is torn. You may never return home.

John Wick: I still have time.

Winston: Si vis pacem, para bellum.

Winston: If you want peace, prepare for war.

John Wick: I need your help.

Sofia: After this, we are less than even.

John Wick: [Also said by many others] I have served. I will be of service.

Bowery King: [Referring to his carrier pigeon flock] Welcome to my Mision Control. Brain stem of my operation. The information super flyway. From whence I control the word on the street, the way of the world.

The Adjudicator: With pigeons.

Bowery King: Yes. You see rats with wings, but I see the Internet. No IP addresses. No digital footprint. Can't track it, can't hack it, can't trace it.

The Adjudicator: Can you get disease from it?

Bowery King: Well, I wouldn't recommend that you eat one.

The Adjudicator: [during the parley] What are we going to do with John Wick?

Winston: Oh, he has to die. Sorry, Jonathan.

[suddenly pulls out gun and shoots Wick several times, causing him to fall off the roof]

Charon: What do you need?

John Wick: Guns. Lots of guns.

Bowery King: Okay. You made your point. You have earned my fealty. Matter of fact, I'm gonna shove so much fealty up your ass it's gonna come spilling out of your mouth.

The Adjudicator: You had your chance.

Bowery King: Well, since you see it that way, I guess it's time I told you to climb down off your High Table and go fuck yourself.

The Adjudicator: Duly noted. You gave John Wick seven bullets, your penance will be paid with seven cuts.

Bowery King: Well, sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

Shinobi #1: [after the Shinobis knock John down] He's getting slow.

Shinobi #2: He's been retired for five years.

Shinobi #1: But he is still... John Wick.

Shinobi #2: We will see.

Charon: Do you expect him to make it out?

Winston: Fourteen million dollar bounty on his head, and every interested party in this city wants a piece of it. I say the odds are about even.

John Wick: Rules and consequences.

Ernest: 14 million is a lot of money.

John Wick: Not if you can't spend it.

[first lines]

Operator: John Wick, Excommunicado. In effect, 6:00 p.m., Eastern Standard Time.

The Director: [as she and John walk through various studios within the Tarkovsky Theater] You know, when my pupils first come here, they wish for one thing: a life free of suffering. I try to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know

[as they pause to watch a ballerina tear off a worn toenail]

The Director: , art is pain. Life is suffering.