Trivia about Taxi
Driver:
Quotes from Taxi Driver:
Cab Dispatcher: So what d'you wanna hack for, Bickle.
Travis Bickle: I can't sleep nights.
Dispatcher: There's porno theaters for that.
Travis: I-I know, I tried that.
Dispatcher: So what d'you do now.
Travis: Um, ride around nights mostly. Subways, buses, I figure you know, I'm gonna do that I might as well get paid for it.
Dispatcher: You wanna work uptown nights, South Bronx, Harlem?
Travis: I'll work anytime, anywhere.
Dispatcher: Will you work Jewish holidays?
Travis: Anytime, anywhere.
Dispatcher: Alright, let me see your cheuffeur's license. How's your driving record?
Travis: It's clean. It's real clean, like my conscience.
Dispatcher: Are you gonna break my chops? You know trouble with guys like you coming in break my chops all the time. If you're gonna break my chops you can take it on the arches right now, you understand?
Travis: Sorry, I didn't mean that.
Dispatcher: Physical.
Travis: Clean.
Dispatcher: Age.
Travis: Twenty-six.
Dispatcher: Education.
Travis: Well, some...here, there, y'know.
Dispatcher: Military record.
Travis: Honorable discharge May 1973.
Dispatcher: What were you in the Army?
Travis: Marines.
Dispatcher: I was in the Marines too. So what is it. Do you need an extra job? Are you moonlighting?
Travis: C'mon, I just want to work long hours. What's moonlighting.
Travis Bickle: Anytime. Anywhere.
Cab Dispatcher: Do you work on Jewish holidays?
Travis Bickle: Anytime. Anywhere.
Iris: God, you are so square.
Travis Bickle: Hey, I'm not square; you're the
one square. You're full of shit, man. What are you talkin' about? You walk out
with those fuckin' creeps and low-lifes and degenerates out on the streets and
you sell your little pussies for nothing, man? For some low-life pimp who
stands in the hall? And I'm square? You're the one square, man. I don't go
screw 'n' fuck with bunch of killers and junkies like you do. You call that
hip? What world are you from?
Travis Bickle:You're a young girl; you should
be at home now. You should be going with boys; you should be going to school,
you know, that kind of stuff.
Travis Bickle: Loneliness has been following me my whole life.
Travis Bickle: An idea has been growing in my
head for some time now: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back
together again.
Travis Bickle: I tried several times to call her but after the first call she wouldn't come to the phone any longer. I also sent flowers but with no luck. The smell of the flowers only made me sicker. The headaches got worse. I think I got stomach cancer. I shouldn't complain though. You're only as healthy...You're only as healthy as you feel. You're only..as healthy..as you..feel.
Travis Bickle:I realize now how much she's just like the others, cold and distant. Many people're like that. Women for sure. They're like the Union.
Travis Bickle: One of these days I gotta get
myself organizized.
Betsy: Organizized? Don't you mean organized?
Travis Bickle: No, organizized.
Betsy: Oh, like that sign that says "Thimk."
Sport: See ya later, copper!
Travis Bickle: I'm no cop, man.
Sport: Well if you are then it's entrapment already.
Travis Bickle: The days go on and on...they
don't end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe
that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention; I believe that one
should become a person like other people.
Travis Bickle: June twenty-ninth. I gotta get
in shape now. Too much sitting is ruing my body. Too much abuse is going on for
too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pull-ups. There
will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From
now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Travis Bickle: Listen, you fuckers, you
screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up
against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who
stood up.
Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole
life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin'
to me? You talkin' to me? Then you the hell else are you talkin' to? You
talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're
talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? Ok.
Robert De Niro .... Travis Bickle
Jodie Foster .... Iris
Albert Brooks .... Tom
Harvey Keitel .... Sport
Leonard Harris ....
Charles Palantine
Peter Boyle .... Wizard
Cybill Shepherd .... Betsy
Norman Matlock .... Charlie T
Diahnne Abbott .... Concession Girl
Frank Adu .... Angry Black Man
Victor Argo .... Deli Owner Melio
Gino Ardito .... Policeman at Rally
Garth Avery .... Iris's Friend
Harry Cohn ....
Cabbie in Bellmore
Copper Cunningham .... Hooker in Cab
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