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I was traveling by the swamp.

That would be your mistake, then. Why wouldn't you travel by main roads?

It's hard to make a living on main roads.

If the bank finds out I'm transferring funds for personal loans for you, I could go to prison.

Well, that's your job. So make sure that doesn't happen.

You shouldn't be here.

Neither should you.

I've got a job to do.

Is that what you're calling this? Killing all these people isn't going to bring your family back.

[long pause]

We found something. A chance - maybe...

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't give me hope.

I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.

Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How about if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.

You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink.

Who cares what your name is?

Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright, look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?

Hey! nobody's trading with anybody. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know? Now, listen up, Mr. Pink, there's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.

I'll move on when I feel like it. All you guys got the goddamn message?

[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.

Come on, throw in a buck!

I don't tip.

You don't tip?

No, I don't believe in it.

You don't believe in tipping?

You know what these chicks make? They make shit.

Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.

I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?

I don't tip because society says I have to. I'll tip if somebody really deserves a tip. If they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something, but tipping automatically is for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're doing their job.

Hey, this girl was nice.

She was okay. She wasn't anything special.

What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?

I'd go over twelve percent for that.

So, what can I *censored* get you?

Is there anywhere you don't work?

They're called jobs, something a *censored* like you wouldn't know anything about. And by the way, I can't *censored* believe you asked Ramona out after I specifically told you not to *censored* do that!

How are you doing that with your mouth?

Never *censored* mind how I'm doing it!

You're a teacher?

Part-time.

You got a job in construction?

Until I was laid off.

Hello Kyle Reese. It is nice to meet you.

[the T-800 unnatural smiles]

Are you kidding me?

I've been trying to teach him to blend in. I know it needs work.

You are pissed off, because I found someone I actually like spending time with, and it's not you.

You think I don't want you to have a normal life?

No. I don't.

We didn't choose this, John, it chose us. And there's nothing either of us can do about it. My job is to protect you. And you can hate me as much as you want, but I will keep doing this as long as I'm here.

Are you a spy?

No, I'm not a spy.

Are you a mom?

Yeah, I'm a mom.

You kinda suck at it.

I know. I'm working on it.

You wanna have dinner with me tonight?

No.

Well, you answered too quickly. Hear me out, just give me one minute. Thirty seconds?

Talk fast.

...

Oh, I don't know, there's something immoral about the whole selling process.

And yet, that's your job.

Part time. And I'm not very good at it. So I'm actually less immoral than the average... anyway, um... where was I?

You're right.

About what?

I answered too quick.

You working?

Yeah... You?

Yeah… Good night?

Afraid so.

I'm sorry to hear that.

John Wick, you're not very good at retiring.

I'm working on it.