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 fuckin' dog.
Neo: When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep... A final gift from my wife... That moment I received some semblance of hope, an opportunity to grieve unalone... Your son took that from me, stole that from me... KILLED THAT FROM ME!
Winston: Your membership to The Continental has been, by thine own hand, revoked.
- [Gunmen execute Ms. Perkins ]
Viggo Tarasov: I'll say this for you, John... They sure as fuck broke the mold with you.
Viggo Tarasov: [calling John Wick on the telephone]
Hello, John. I heard about your wife... I'm sorry. My condolences. It's, uh, seemed to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fuckin' luck that caused our paths to cross once again.
- [John says nothing ]
Viggo Tarasov: John? 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 ]