Don't talk to the other drivers. Frank never did. Part of the mystique. Let the mask do the work.
Now that's entertainment.
Nobody ****s with my car.
Panda, Oogway made a mistake of choosing you as the Dragon Warrior. But, then I realized what a bigger mistake it was, until now.
Is that how I sound? I don't sound like that, do I?
Maybe Oogway was right about you. You aren't completely useless after all.
Never—sneak up on a man who's been in a chemical fire.
Old man, young heart!
Play the victim and you will be the victim.
This haven is safe no more.
Are services still off limit to me?
Under the circumstances, your privileges are reinstated immediately. What do you need?
Guns. Lots of guns.
I know you will do The Continental proud.
I'll see you soon, sir.
And you, Jonathan, do what you do best.
What's that?
Hunt... Si vis pacem, para bellum [Latin translation: If you want peace, prepare for war]!
What are we going to do about John Wick?
Oh, he has to die. [suddenly pulls out gun and shoots Wick several times, causing him to fall off the roof] Sorry, Jonathan. I don't see any other way.
Ah, history is littered with Marquis who were only remembered by their servants.
Killing a man can turn him into a martyr. Letting him live... tells the world he's a coward or a turncoat.
You always have an angle, don't you?
Doesn't everyone?
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.
Santino D'Antonio: Winston!
Mr. D'Antonio, your evening has been colorful I see. Seeking safe harbor, I presume.
Santino D'Antonio: I want his membership revoked now.
In the eyes of this institution Mr. Wick has breached no legality.
Santino D'Antonio: Then you know that I have the right to demand...
Nothing, you demand nothing of me, Mr. D'Antonio. This kingdom is mine and mine alone.
Santino D'Antonio: Alright. Then enjoy your kingdom, Winston, while you still can.
And you, its privileges, sir.
What am I lookin' at?
The Camorras doubled Santino's open contract. It's gone international.
High Table?
Mmm-hmm.
And the Continental?
You killed a man on company grounds, Jonathan. You leave me no choice but to declare you excommunicado. The doors to any service or provider in connection with the Continental are now closed to you. I am so sorry. Your life is now forfeit.
Then why am I not dead?
Because I deemed it not to be. Now. You have one hour. I can't delay it any longer. You might need this...[hands John a marker]...down the road.
Winston... tell them... Tell them all... Whoever comes, whoever it is... I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.
'Course you will.
If you jump, and die, then she will have her chance.
Walk or die.
If I don't kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am.
Well, well, well. If it isn't Peter Pan!
His name's not Peter!
Shut it, Wendy.
Avast, ye cookie. Start talking.
What does a Prince have to do to get a drink around here? [Mabel turns around in front of him] Ah, Mabel, why they call you an ugly stepsister, I'll never know. Where's Doris? Taking the night off?
She's not welcome here, and neither are you. [spits into the mug] What do you want, Charming? [wipes the mug with a cloth]
Oh, not much, just a chance at redemption... [laughs] and a Fuzzy Navel. [stands up and turns to the villains] And Fuzzy Navels for all my friends!
We're not your friends. [Mabel grabs Prince Charming by his shoulders and pins him on top of the bar; he then places his hook against his neck] And you don't belong here.
You are right, oh, I mean, you are absolutely right, but I mean, do any of us?
Do a number on his face!
No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait! We are more alike than you think. [to the Evil Queen] Wicked Witch! The Seven Dwarfs saved Snow White, and then what happened?
Oh, what's it to you?
They left you the unfairest of them all. And now here you are, hustling pool to get your next meal. How does that feel?
Pretty unfair.
And you! Your star puppet abandons the show to go and find his father.
I hate that little wooden puppet.
And Hook...need I say more? [Hook backs off, feeling insecure about his appendage] And you! Frumpy-pigskin.
Rumpelstiltskin.
Where's that first-born you were promised? [Rumpelstiltskin caresses a pacifier tattoo on his forearm; to Mabel] Mabel, remember how you couldn't get your little fat foot into that tiny glass slipper? [Mabel sighs remorsefully] Cinderella is in Far Far Away right now, eating bonbons, cavorting with every little last fairy-tale creature that has EVER done you wrong! [turns his attention to all the villains] Once upon a time, someone decided that we were the losers. But there are two sides to every story. And our side has not been told. So who will join me? Who wants to come out on top for once? Who wants their Happily Ever After!?
[The villains cheer rowdily, but then start to have a big brawl in the pub. Charming looks and drinks his Fuzzy Navel]
Do you like to dance? I know a school where they teach dances. I could take you there if you like.
Better To Be Inside The Tent Wizzing Out Rather Than To Be Outside Wizzing In.
At a time of loss there's nothing easier then pity and nothing more difficult then the truth, as there are no easy answers for grief.
I know what you're thinking, Jonathan. We live by a code. Which is why I'm not the one telling you that a certain helicopter on a certain helipad is being fueled for a certain someone.
Ms. Perkins. [pauses as he walks up to her] Your membership to The Continental has been, by thine own hand, revoked. [Gunmen execute Ms. Perkins]
Hello Winston.
Jonathan! Now, as I recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?
Rusty, I guess.
To what do we owe the pleasure?
Iosef Tarasov.
What about him?
I'd like to talk with him.
A talk, you say. I'm familiar with the parlance, Jonathan. I want to ask you this: Have you returned to the fold?
Just visiting.
Have you thought this through? I mean chewed it down to the bone? 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.
Gentlemen! You're all ****s.
Where there's a will - and there is a **** will - there's a way - and there is a **** way.










