People keep asking if I’m back. And I haven’t really had an answer. But now, yeah, I’m thinking I’m back! So you can either hand over your son, or you can die screaming alongside him![to Viggo]
When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep. A final gift from my wife. In that moment, I received some semblance of hope. An opportunity to grieve unalone. And your son took that from me! Stole that from me! Killed that from me![to Viggo]
Victor’s dead. Everything’s got a price.[Iosef Tarasov: Victor, where the f*** are you?]
This life follows you. It clings to you, infecting everyone who comes close to you.[to John]
Rusty, I guess.[Winston: Now, as I recall, weren’t you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not receive them?]
People don’t change. You know that. Times, they do.[to John]
Of course. But it won’t matter.[Viggo Tarasov: They know you’re coming.]
No, I look retired.[Marcus: You look terrible.]
Watch now on:
John wasn’t exactly The Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the f***ing Boogeyman.[to Iosef]
It’s personal.[Winston: Have a drink… and relax. For now.]
Do I look civilized to you?[Viggo Tarasov: What happened, John? We were professionals. Civilized.]
