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The girl... Her intentions with you were not honorable. A blind man could see you are the one in the dark.

I don't know about a blind man. She was pretty convincing. What did you do to her?

I did not need to do anything. Fate will do what it wills.

There's something dangerous happening out there. All these events, it's not a coincidence. And by the time it becomes big enough for you to act, it'll be too late.

The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve It.

You guys ready?

One thing I can guarantee, Dom. No one's ready for this.

Letty's dead, Dom.

I need to know for sure.

Then I'm going with you.

You said you were going to leave this life behind.

We both said that we were leaving the life behind.

Well, I can assure you, even if there was an attempt, we're more than prepared for any assault.

[headbutts agent] You prepared for that assault, motherfucker?

There's always a confused soul that thinks that one man can make a difference. And you have to kill him to convince him otherwise. That's the hassle with democracy.

If you want them to be yours one day, you have to show me you're strong enough to carry them.

Harting just used me. Just lied to my face over and over again.

Yeah. He seems to be remarkably convincing.

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

They almost convinced me I was crazy. I create superheroes. I truly am a mastermind.

I understand that the three of you think you are superhuman. That you don't think you are normal. You've convinced yourselves you have extraordinary gifts, like something out of a comic book. I am here to discuss the possibility that you are mistaken.

People are strange creatures. You can't always convince them that safety is in their best interest.

Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.

Just let me go!

Listen, and understand! That Terminator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop... ever, until you are dead!

I can assure you that the stories you hear about John Wick, if nothing else, have been watered down.