Viggo Tarasov: I heard you struck my son.
Aurelio: Yes, sir, I did.
Viggo Tarasov: And may I ask why?
Aurelio: Yeah, well, because he stole John Wick's car, sir, and, uh, killed his dog.
Viggo Tarasov: [pause] Oh.

Viggo Tarasov: It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
Iosef Tarasov: Who? That fucking nobody?
Viggo Tarasov: That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him "Baba Yaga."
Iosef Tarasov: The Boogeyman?
Viggo Tarasov:
Well John wasn't exactly the Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman.
Iosef Tarasov: [stunned] Oh.
Viggo Tarasov: John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will... something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar... with a pencil, with a fucking pencil. Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It's
over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now. And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his fucking dog.
Iosef Tarasov: Father, I can make this right.
Viggo Tarasov: Oh? How
do you plan that?
Iosef Tarasov: By finishing what I started.
Viggo Tarasov: [irritated, turning to Avi] What the... did he hear a fuckin' word I said?
Iosef Tarasov: [in Russian] Dad, I can do this! Please!
Viggo Tarasov: [pulls Iosef close, talks into his ear] Iosef, Iosef! Listen! Huh? John will come
for you, and you will do nothing because you can do nothing, so get the fuck out of my sight!

John Wick: Viggo.
Viggo Tarasov: Yeah?
John Wick: 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 Tarasov: Oh, God.
John Wick: 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!

Jimmy: Evenin', John.
John Wick: 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 Wick: No, I was just sortin' some stuff out.
Jimmy: Ah,
well... I'll leave you be then. Good night, John.
John Wick: Good night, Jimmy.

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

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


Viggo Tarasov: [calling John Wick on the telephone] Hello, John.
[John says nothing]
Viggo Tarasov: I heard about your wife, and I'm sorry. My condolences. It's, uh, seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fuckin' luck caused our paths to cross once again.
[John says nothing]
Viggo Tarasov: John?
[John
says nothing]
Viggo Tarasov: Let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on...
[John hangs up mid-sentence; Viggo puts down his phone in a resigned manner]
Avi: What'd he say?
Viggo Tarasov: [pause] Enough.
Avi: [quietly] Oh, God.
Viggo
Tarasov: Task your crew.
Avi: H-how, how many?
Viggo Tarasov: How many do you have?

Iosef Tarasov: Nice ride. Mustang, Boss 429. She a 70?
John Wick: 69.
Iosef Tarasov: Beautiful car.
John Wick: Thanks.
Iosef Tarasov: How much?
John Wick: Excuse me?
Iosef Tarasov: How much for the car?
John Wick:
She's not for sale.
[John gets in the car; Iosef comes to the window and starts petting John's dog]
Iosef Tarasov: Oh, I love dogs.
[in Russian]
Iosef Tarasov: Everything's got a price, bitch.
John Wick: [also in Russian] Not this bitch.