Top 50 Quotes From John Wick

John: I'm here to see Santino D'Antonio.
Charon: He's waiting for you in the lounge, sir.

Cassian: You working?
John: Yeah... You?
Cassian: Yeah...
Cassian: Good night?
John: Afraid so.
Cassian: Sorry to hear that.

Killa: So, you want to kill him. You want to kill him. I want to kill him. What about you, Mr. Wick?
John: I'm going to kill you.

Shimazu: I want you to find your peace. But a good death only comes after a good life.
John: You and I left a good life behind a long time ago, my friend.

John: I'm going to kill them all.
Shimazu: I believe you'll try. But no one, not even you, can kill everyone.

Winston: To what do we owe the pleasure?
John: Iosef Tarasov.
Winston: What about him?
John: I'd like to talk with him.
Winston: A talk, you say. I'm familiar with the parlance, Jonathan.

Caine: [From trailer] Saying goodbyes?
John: Saying hello.
Caine: You think your wife can hear you?
John: No.
Caine: Then why bother?
John: Maybe I'm wrong.
Caine: You're going to die.
John: Maybe not.

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: What's that?
Winston: Hunt... Si vis pacem, para bellum!

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

John: Caine.
Caine: John. Saying goodbyes?
John: I'm saying hello.
Caine: You think your wife can hear you?
John: No.
Caine: Well, why bother?
John: Maybe I'm wrong.
Caine: The dead are gone. Only the living matter. After my daughter was born, I wanted to leave this life. I thought I did.
John: But you didn't.
Caine: We're damned, you and I.
John: On that we agree.
Caine: My daughter's not. If it's between you and her, you're going to die.
John: Maybe not.
Caine: I missed you, John. It's so good to sit with a friend.
John: I'll see you tomorrow.

John: [Answers the phone] Yes?
Hotel: I apologize for calling you at this hour, but we have received a number of grievances from your floor concerning the noise.
John: My apologies. I was dealing with an uninvited guest.
Hotel: Have you need then of, say, a dinner reservation, perhaps?
John: Perhaps. I'll have to get back to you.

Italian: Buongiorno, signor Wick.
John: Ciao, Angelo.
Italian: Welcome back to Rome.
Italian: Tell me, Mr. Wick, is this a formal event or a social affair?
John: Social.
Italian: And is this for day or evening?
John: I need one for day and one for night.
Italian: [Regarding a suit being made for John] ... And what style?
John: Italian.
Italian: How many buttons?
John: Two.
Italian: Trousers?
John: Tapered.
Italian: How about the lining?
John: Tactical.
Italian: Silicon carbide discs. Ceramic matrices. Accompanying laminates. Cutting-edge body armor. We just sew it between the fabric and the lining. Zero penetration. However... Quite painful, I'm afraid.

The: None of us can escape who we are, and no one escapes the Table. And the only way John Wick will ever have freedom or peace, now or ever, is in death.
John: I know.
The: I'm afraid you've come all this way for nothing.
John: Yeah... not really.
[shoots him in the head]

John: 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]

Hotel: How may I be of service?
John: Is the doctor in?
Hotel: Yes sir, 24/7.
John: Send him up, please.
Hotel: Yes sir!
John: How good is your laundry?
Hotel: [sighs] I'm sorry to say that no one is THAT good!
John: No... I thought not!
Hotel: May I suggest a drink, sir? Bourbon perhaps?
John: That sounds perfect.

[last lines]
Bowery: How you doing John? You look as bad as I feel.
[King chuckles]
Bowery: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Raise a hand if you can hear me, John.
[John raises his left hand]
Bowery: Oh, shit. They took a finger. Ain't that a bitch?
[King chuckles again as John flips him off]
Bowery: 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: Seven cuts.
[King chuckles]
Bowery: 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: So... Let me ask you, John. How do you feel? 'Cause I am really pissed off. You pissed, John? Hmm? Are you?
John: [gets up] Yeah.

Julius: I fail to recall the last time you were in Rome. And here I'd heard... you had retired.
John: 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: No.
Julius: All right then.
[Pulls out a key]
Julius: One of our finest rooms.
John: Grazie.
Julius: Enjoy your stay.

Bowery: Oh, and remember... you owe me.
John: You don't want me owing you.

Viggo: What happened, John?... We were professionals... Civilized.
John: Do I look civilized to you?

John: So what sort of movement am I looking at?
Continental: Well, if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal. However, if you still have... business to attend to, take two of these beforehand. Your stitches'll tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function. Do you need anything for the pain?
John: [Looks at his glass of Bourbon] No, I've got that covered.

John: [points a gun at Francis' head] Hello, Francis.
Francis: Mr. Wick.
John: [in Russian] You've lost weight.
Francis: [in Russian] Over sixty pounds.
John: [in Russian] Yeah? Impressive.
Francis: Are you here on business, sir?
John: Afraid so, Francis.
[pause]
John: Why don't you take the night off?
Francis: Thank you, sir.

Cassian: So, you're free?
John: Am I?
Cassian: No. Not at all. You killed my ward. Someone I was close to. An eye for an eye, John. You know how it goes.
John: Yeah.
[They both drink]

Charon: What do you need?
John: Guns. Lots of guns.

Marquis: There is no John out there. No happy man with a normal life. There is only John Wick: The Killer.
John: Yeah. And he's about to kill you.

Winston: [after John is badly wounded by Caine during their showdown, the Marquis takes Caine's pistol and attempts to deliver the coup de grace to John] You arrogant asshole. He didn't shoot.
John: ...Consequences.
[John shoots the Marquis in the head, killing him instantly]

John: I'm just asking you to try. Either way, you and me, we'll be even.
[John slides his marker across the table to Sophia]
Sofia: No. After this, we are less than even.

John: [From trailer] Last words, Winston?
Winston: Just have fun out there.

John: Rules and consequences.

John: [his final line, looking at the sunrise] Helen.

Marcus: You look terrible.
John: No, I look retired.

Bowery: As I live and *breathe*! John Wick. The man. The myth. The legend. You're not very good at retiring.
John: I'm workin' on it.

John: You always have an angle, don't you?
Winston: Doesn't everyone.

Jimmy: Evenin', John.
John: Evenin', Jimmy. Noise complaint?
Jimmy: Noise complaint.
[looks over John's shoulder, sees the dead body on the floor behind him]
Jimmy: You, uh, workin' again?
John: No, I was just sortin' some stuff out.
Jimmy: Ah, well... I'll leave you be then. Good night, John.
John: Good night, Jimmy.

Sommelier: Good afternoon, Mr. Wick. It's been a long time.
John: 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: 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: 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: Dessert?
Sommelier: Dessert. The finest cutlery. All freshly stoned. Shall I have everything sent to your room?
John: Yes. Thank you.
Sommelier: Excellent. Mr. Wick? Do enjoy your party.

Viggo: [Viggo is dying] Be seeing you, John
John: Yeah... Be seeing you.

John: Open it.
Priest: [In Russian] Do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?
John: [In Russian] Yes, I do. Open it.
Priest: Viggo will kill me.
[John shoots an unconscious guard]
John: Uh-huh.

Zero: [With sword sticking through chest] Hey, John. That was a pretty good fight, huh?
John: 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: No, you won't.

Santino: 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: I'm not that guy anymore.
Santino: You are always that guy, John.
John: I can't help you. I'm sorry.
Santino: You're right. You can't. But he can. I'll see you soon, John.

Viggo: They know you're coming.
John: Of course... But it won't matter.

John: [to Victor, in Russian, before he is killed] You stole my car, and you killed my dog!

Winston: This haven is safe no more.
John: Are services still off limit to me?
Winston: Under the circumstances your privileges are reinstated immediately, what do you need?
John: Guns, lots of guns.

Harry: Do I know you?
John: I'm thinking so.
Harry: Hey, John.
John: Hey, Harry.
Harry: Everything all right?
John: Yeah. Everything's fine.
Harry: I'll leave you to it, then.
John: Hey, Harry? You keen on earning a coin? Babysitting the sleeping one?
Harry: Catch and release?
John: Catch and release.

Bowery: Kimber 1911. 45 ACP. Seven round capacity.
John: Seven rounds?
Bowery: Seven million dollars gets you seven rounds. That's a million dollars a round, baby.
[John loads the gun]
John: Let's go.

John: Viggo.
Viggo: Yeah?
John: When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep... A final gift from my wife... In that moment, I received some semblance of hope... an opportunity to grieve unalone... And your son... took that from me.
Viggo: Oh, God.
John: Stole that from me... *Killed that from me*! People keep asking if I'm back and I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back. So you can either hand over your son or you can die screaming alongside him!

John: Sofia, don't.
Sofia: He shot my dog.
John: I get it.

Addy: Holy shit! Jonathan!
John: Hey, Addy.
Addy: My God! How long has it been? Four years?
John: Five and change.
Addy: So tell me, how was life on the other side?
John: It was good, Addy. Far better than I deserved.

[last lines]
John: [to dog] It's okay. Let's go home.

John: Those who cling to death; live.
Caine: Those who cling to life; die.

John: Sofia, we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.
Sofia: Nothing's ever just a conversation with you, John.

Jimmy: Good evening, John.
John: Hey, Jimmy.
Jimmy: [points at burning house in the background] Gas leak?
John: Yeah. Gas leak.
Jimmy: [beat] You workin' again?
John: I'll see you, Jimmy.