* JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS ,
i'll kill them, i'll kill them all.
if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.
consider this a professional courtesy.
i gotta say, i'm a pretty big fan.
i apologize for calling you at this hour.
nothing's ever just a conversation with you.
it's seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fucking luck caused our paths to cross once again.
i know what you're thinking.
do i look civilized to you?
you may never return home.
do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?
are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?
you don't want me owing you.
are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?
this haven is safe no more.
you look as bad as i feel.
they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.
let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on.
i need something robust, precise.
it's been a while, my condolences, how're you holding up?
do you really wanna die here?
i'll have to get back to you.
everything's got a price.
i heard about your wife, and i'm sorry.
how do you feel? 'cause i am really pissed off.
a man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.
it's okay, let's go home.
this kingdom is mine and mine alone.
are you here on business?
people keep asking if i'm back and i haven't really had an answer.
i say the odds are about even.
why don't you take the night off?
i was just sorting some stuff out.
have you thought this through?
my god! how long has it been?
you came to me, i helped you; if you don't do this, you know the consequences.
after this, we are less than even.
i'm not that guy anymore.
i can't help you, i'm sorry.
there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.
you look good, and here i'd feared you'd left all this behind.
that was a pretty good fight, huh?
i once saw him kill three men in a bar with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.
so tell me, how was life on the other side?
to what do we owe the pleasure?
a gift from the boogeyman, perfect for every occasion.
seven million dollars is a lot of money.
i try to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know, art is pain: life is suffering.
i'm not telling you shit!
if you want peace, prepare for war.
well, i wouldn't recommend that you eat one.
do you need anything for the pain?
what are you really doing here?
people don't change, you know that; times, they do.
i heard you struck my son.
he was the one you sent to kill the fucking boogeyman.
now, as i recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?
are services still off limit to me?
i thought i'd let myself in.
you have nothing, vengeance is all you have left.
we can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.
my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.
your stitches'll tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function.
do you expect him to make it out?
we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.
if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.
if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal.
can't say i blame him, i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.
that's unwise, i assure you.
in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.
don't worry about me, i just gotta catch my breath.
you still need something, someone to love, so start with this.
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.
sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.
an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.
so what sort of movement am i looking at?
i'm sorry I can't be there for you.
you're not very good at retiring.
oh, and remember, you owe me.
you stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left.
it's not what you did that angers me so, it's who you did it to.
could you recommend anything for the end of the night?
i am all seeing, and i am all knowing.
treat all your ladies like this?
under the table is where shit gets done.
the bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now.
