Laurence Fishburne: Bowery King
Bowery King : They about to learn that if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.
Bowery King : You look as bad as I feel.
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.
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.