Bowery King: Oh and remember! You owe me.
John Wick: You don't want me owing you.
Bowery King: Ooooooooh how sweet it is... The Boogeyman begging me for help.
The Bowery King: Somebody, please...get this man a gun.
Sommelier: Good afternoon, Mr. Wick. It's been a long time.
John Wick: I'd like a tasting.
Sommelier: I know your past fondness for the German varietals but I can wholeheartedly endorse the new breed of Austrians, Glock 34 and 26. What's next?
John Wick: I need something robust, precise.
Sommelier: Robust, precise. AR-15.
John Wick: Could you recommend anything for the end of the night? Something big, bold.
Sommelier: May I suggest the Benelli M4? An Italian classic.
John Wick: Dessert.
Sommelier: Dessert? The finest cutlery. Shall I have everything sent to your room?
John Wick: Yes, thank you. Excellent.
Sommelier: Mr. Wick, do enjoy your party.
The Bowery King: He's offered seven million dollars for your life. Seven million dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Wick.
John Wick: So I guess you have a choice. Do you want a war? Or do you want to just give me a gun?
Winston: You stabbed the devil in the back. To him this isn't vengeance, this is justice.
The Bowery King: As I live and breathe! John Wick... The man. The myth. The legend. You're not very good at retiring.
John Wick: I'm working on it.
Answer: It was not meant to be his coronation, just a fancy art exhibit he was attending.
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