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: 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.
Winston: Si vis pacem, para bellum.
[Latin translation: If you want peace, prepare for war]
Zero: That was a pretty good fight, huh?
John Wick: Yeah.
[John gets up and starts walking away]
Zero: Don't worry about me, John. I just need a minute. I'll catch up to you.
John Wick: No, you won't.
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.
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]
The Adjudicator: I'd like to change a designation.
The Adjudicator: Adjudication 1011979, The Continental Hotel, New York.
Administrator: New designation?
The Adjudicator: Deconsecrated.
Zero: Is that the dog? He likes you. Me? I'm, uh, more of a cat person myself.
Bowery King: They about to learn that if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.
Bowery King: Avert your eyes, my sweet.
[He releases the pigeon he's holding]
Bowery King: The king is dead. Long live the king.
The Director: Your ticket is torn. You may never return home.
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 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]
Bowery King: Seven cuts. Under Table table is where shits get done. And they're about to find out, if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick. So... Let me ask you, John. How do you feel? 'Cause I am really pissed off. You pissed, John? Are you?
John Wick: Yeah.
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.
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.