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Taxi Driver is a 1976 film virtually a mentally unstable Vietnam war veteran who works every bit night taxi driver in a New York Urban center whose perceived decadence and sleaze feeds his urge to violently lash out while also saving a young prostitute.

Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Paul Schrader.

On every street in every urban center in this country there'south a nobody who dreams of being a somebody. He's a solitary forgotten man drastic to testify that he'south alive. taglines

Travis Bickle [edit]

• May 10. Give thanks God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I'm working long hours now, 6 in the afternoon to six in the morning. Sometimes even eight in the forenoon, six days a calendar week. Sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real decorated. I can have in three, three 50 a week. Sometimes even more when I do it off the meter. All the animals come out at nighttime - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Anytime a real pelting will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I get all over. I have people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take 'em to Harlem. I don't intendance. Don't make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won't fifty-fifty have spooks. Don't make no difference to me.
• Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.
• Twelve hours of work and I still tin can't sleep. Damn. Days get on and on. They don't stop.
• All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that ane should devote his life to morbid self-attention. I believe that someone should become a person like other people.
• I first saw her at Palantine Entrada headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. She was wearing a white wearing apparel. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They...cannot...bear on...her.
• Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God'southward lone man.
• May 26. 4 o'clock p.thousand. I took Betsy to Charles Java Shop on Columbus Circle. I had black coffee and apple tree pie with a slice of melted yellow cheese. I call back that was a good selection. Betsy had java and a fruit salad dish. She could have had anything she wanted.
• I called Betsy again at her part and she said perchance we'd go to a picture together subsequently she gets off work tomorrow. That's my twenty-four hours off. At first she hesitated but I chosen her again and and then she agreed. Betsy, Betsy. Oh no, Betsy what? I forgot to ask her last proper name again. Damn. I got to remember stuff like that.
• [talking on the phone to Betsy] Hello Betsy. Hi, it'southward Travis. How ya doin'? Listen, uh, I'm, I'yard sorry about the, the other night. I didn't know that was the way you felt about it. Well, I-I didn't know that was the way you felt. I-I-I would take taken ya somewhere else. Uh, are you lot feeling better or oh you maybe had a virus or somethin', a 24-hour virus you know. It happens. Aye, umm, you uh, you're workin' hard. Yeah. Uh, would yous similar to have, uh, some dinner, uh with me in the adjacent, you know, few days or somethin'? Well, how nearly just a cup of java? I'll come up past the, uh, headquarters or somethin', we could, uh...Oh, OK, OK. Did y'all become my flowers in the...? Y'all didn't become them? I sent some flowers, uh...Yeah, well, OK, OK. Can I phone call you once again? Uh, tomorrow or the side by side day? OK. No, I'1000 gonna...OK. Yeah, sure, OK. And then long.
• I tried several times to call her, only 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 retrieve I got stomach cancer. I shouldn't complain though. You're only equally healthy, you're but as healthy equally y'all experience. Y'all're only every bit...healthy...as...y'all...experience.
• I realize now how much she's only like the others - cold and distant, and many people are like that. Women for sure. They're like a marriage.
• Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. In that location'due south no escape. I'g God'south lonely human being. June eight. My life has taken some other plow again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one mean solar day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.
• June 29. I gotta get in shape at present. Too much sittin' is ruinin' my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on, it will exist l push-ups each forenoon, l pull-ups. There'll be no more pills, there'll be no more bad food, no more destroyers of my torso. From now on, it will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
• The idea had been growing in my encephalon for some time. True forcefulness. All the rex'due south men cannot put it back together again.
• [looking in the mirror] Yeah. Huh? [draws] Huh? Huh? Faster than y'all, you fuckin' son of a...I saw you lot comin', yous fuck. Shit-heel. [reholsters] I'yard standin' here. Y'all make the movement. Yous brand the move. It'south your move. Huh? [draws gun from concealed forearm holster] Don't endeavor information technology, you lot fuck. [reholsters] You lot talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You lot talkin' to me? [turns around to expect behind him] Well, then who the Hell else are you talking- You talking to me? Well, I'm the only i hither. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh aye? Huh? 'kay. [whips out his gun again] Huh? (Listen you fuckers, you screwheads. Hither is a man who would not take information technology anymore. Who would non let- Listen you fuckers, you lot 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 someone who stood up. Here is...) [draws his gun] Yous're dead.
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• [in an ceremony card to his parents] Dear Father and Mother: July is the month I think which brings not merely your wedding anniversary merely as well Father'due south Day and Female parent'south birthday. I'thou distressing I can't call up the verbal dates, just I promise this card volition take care of them all. I'm sorry again I cannot transport yous my address similar I promised to last year. But the sensitive nature of my work for the government demands utmost secrecy. I know yous will sympathise. I am good for you and well and making lots of money. I have been going with a girl for several months and I know y'all would be proud if you could run across her. Her name is Betsy but I can tell you no more than than that...I hope this card finds you all well as information technology does me. I hope no one has died. Don't worry about me. I twenty-four hours, they'll exist a knock on the door and it'll exist me. Dearest, Travis.
• [in a note] Dear Iris: This money should be used for your trip. Past the time yous read this, I will be dead. Travis.
• Now, I encounter it clearly. My whole life is pointed in i direction. I see that now. There never has been any choice for me.

Senator Charles Palantine [edit]

• When we came up with our slogan, "We are the People," when I said permit the people rule, I felt that I was existence somewhat overly optimistic. I must tell you lot that I am more than optimistic now than e'er earlier. The people are rise to the demands that I take fabricated on them. The people are starting time to rule. I feel it is a groundswell. I know it will continue through the chief. I know information technology will continue in Miami. And I know it will rise to an unprecedented swell in November.
• Walt Whitman, that bang-up American poet, spoke for all of us when he said: 'I am the human being. I suffered. I was there.' Today, I say to you, We Are The People, we suffered, we were there. We the People suffered in Vietnam. We the People suffered, we however suffer from unemployment, inflation, crime and corruption.
• We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer volition the wrong roads be taken.

Others [edit]

• Rider: [to Travis] You lot run across the woman in the window? Practice you lot run across the woman in the window?...I desire you to encounter that woman, because that's my wife. But that's not my flat. That'due south non my apartment. You know who lives in that location? Huh? I mean, you wouldn't know who lives there - I'k just saying, "But you know who lives at that place?" Huh? A nigger lives there. How do ya like that? And I'thou gonna, I'1000 gonna kill her. There's nada else. I'm gonna kill her. What practise you call back of that? Hmm? I said 'What do you think of that?' Don't answer. You don't take to answer everything. I'm gonna impale her. I'm gonna kill her with a .44 Magnum pistol. I take a .44 Magnum pistol. I'm gonna kill her with that gun. Did yous always see what a .44 Magnum pistol tin exercise to a woman's face? I mean it'll fucking destroy information technology. Just accident her correct apart. That'south what it can do to her face. At present, did you ever run across what it tin exercise to a woman's pussy? That you should see. You should run across what a .44 Magnum's gonna do to a woman'southward pussy you should come across. I know, I know you must call back that I'm, you lot know... Y'all must think I'grand pretty ill or something, yous know, yous must think I'thou pretty sick. Right? You must remember I'm pretty sick? Hmm? Right? I'll betcha, I'll betcha you really remember I'm sick right? You think I'm sick? You remember I'm sick? Yous don't take to answer. I'm paying for the ride. You don't have to respond.
• Iris' father: [in a letter to Travis] Dearest Mr. Bickle: I can't say how happy Mrs. Steensma and I were to hear that yous are well and recuperating. Nosotros tried to visit you at the hospital when we were in New York to option up Iris. Merely yous were still in a coma. There is no way nosotros tin repay yous for returning our Iris to us. We thought we had lost her, and now our lives are total again. Needless to say, you lot are something of a hero around this household. I'm sure you want to know most Iris. She's back in school and working difficult. The transition has been very hard for her every bit yous can well imagine. Just we have taken steps to see she has never cause to run away again. In conclusion, Mrs. Steensma and I would like to once again thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Unfortunately, nosotros cannot afford to come to New York again, to give thanks you in person or we surely would. But if you should e'er come to Pittsburgh, you would observe yourself a near welcome guest in our home. Our Deepest Thanks, Burt and Ivy Steensma.

Dialogue [edit]

Travis: I tin can't slumber nights.

Personnel Officer: In that location'southward porno theaters for that.

Travis: I know. I tried that.

Personnel Officer: And so whaddaya practice at present?

Travis: I ride effectually nights generally. Subways, buses. Figure you know, I'm gonna exercise that, I might besides get paid for it.

Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown nights - South Bronx, Harlem?

Travis: I'll piece of work any time, anywhere.

Personnel Officer: Volition ya work Jewish holidays?

Travis: Any fourth dimension, anywhere.

Personnel Officer: All right. Let me meet your chauffeur'south license. How'south your driving record?

Travis: It'southward clean, real clean - like my conscience...

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Tom: Now look, you have to emphasize the mandatory welfare program. That's the event that should be pushed.

Betsy: Get-go push button the man, then the event. Senator Palantine is a dynamic man, an intelligent, interesting, fresh, fascinating...

Tom: Forgot sexy.

Betsy: ...homo. I did not forget sexy.

Tom: Heed to what you're maxim. You audio like y'all're selling mouthwash.

Betsy: We are selling mouthwash.

Tom: Are we authorized to practise that?

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Betsy: And why do you feel that yous have to volunteer to me?

Travis: [smiling slightly] Because I think that you are the most beautiful woman I've e'er seen.

Betsy: [pause] Thank you. But what do you think of Palantine? ...Charles Palantine, the human y'all're volunteering to help elect President.

Travis: Well, I'm sure he'd make a expert President. I don't know exactly what his policies are, simply I'm certain he'd make a good ane.

Betsy: Exercise you want to canvass?

Travis: Yeah, I'll canvass.

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Travis: I'll tell you why. I think you lot're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people effectually you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means zero. Then when I came inside and I met yous, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if y'all desire to call information technology a friend, you lot can call it a friend.

Betsy: Are you lot gonna be my friend?

Travis: Yes. What do ya say? Information technology's a little difficult standing here and asking...Five minutes, that's all, only outside. Correct around here. I'm at that place to protect ya. [He rapidly flexes both arms, causing her to express joy] Come up on, just take a piffling break.

Betsy: I accept a break at four o'clock and if you're here...

Travis: Iv o'clock today?

Betsy: Yeah.

Travis: I'll exist here.

Betsy: I'one thousand sure you lot will.

Travis: All right, four p.chiliad.

Betsy: Correct.

Travis: Outside in front?

Betsy: Yeah.

Travis: OK. Oh my proper name is Travis. [He extends his hand to her] Betsy?

Betsy: Travis.

Travis: Appreciate this, Betsy.

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Concession Daughter: Tin I assistance you lot?

Travis: Yep, what's your proper name? My name's Travis.

Concession Girl: That'due south nice, what tin do for yous?

Travis: I'd like to know what your proper noun is, what's your name?

Concession Girl: Give me a break.

Travis: You can tell me what your name is, I'thou not going to do anything.

Concession Girl: Do y'all want me to telephone call the manager.

Travis: You don't have to call the manager, I hateful I'thousand just asking...

Concession Girl: Troy!

Travis: Alright, okay, I'k only, okay. Can I accept Chuckles? Do you accept any jujus? They concluding longer, I'd similar to get some jujus.

Concession Daughter: What you see is what we got.

Travis: I'll take these. Coca-Cola?

Concession Girl: We don't have Coca-Cola, Royal Crown Cola is all we got. $1.85.

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Travis: I know what you lot mean. I've got the same problems. I gotta get organized. Oh little things, similar my apartment, my possessions. I should get i of those signs that says 'One of these days I'yard gonna get organizized.'

Betsy: You mean 'organized'?

Travis: Organiziezed. Organiziezed - it'southward a joke. O-R-Thou-A-N-East-Z-I-Due east-Z-D.

Betsy: Oh, you hateful 'Organizized'. Similar those niggling signs they have in offices that say "Thimk".

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Travis: [about Tom] I would say he has quite a few problems. His free energy seems to go in the incorrect places. When I walked in and I saw you two sitting at that place, I could only tell past the style you were both relating that there was no connectedness whatever. And I felt when I walked in that there was something betwixt us. There was an impulse that we were both following. So that gave me the right to come up in and talk to you. Otherwise I never would have felt that I had the correct to talk to you or say anything to you. I never would have had the courage to talk to you. And with him I felt there was nothing and I could sense it. When I walked in, I knew I was right. Did yous feel that way?

Betsy: I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

Travis: ...That fellow you piece of work with. I don't like him. Not that I don't like him, I simply think he'due south light-headed. I don't remember he respects yous.

Betsy: I don't believe I've ever met anyone quite like y'all.

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Betsy: Y'all know what you lot remind me of?

Travis: What?

Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson. [She's referring to the song Pilgrim Affiliate 33]

Travis: Who's that?

Betsy: A songwriter. 'He's a prophet...he'due south a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.'

Travis: You lot sayin' that about me?

Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' well-nigh?

Travis: I'one thousand no pusher. I never have pushed.

Betsy: No, no. But the office about the contradictions. You are that.

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Travis: I'thou one of your biggest supporters, you know. I tell everybody that comes in this taxi that they have to vote for y'all.

Palantine: Why thank you - [Pleased, he glances to bank check Travis' flick, identification and license posted in the rear seat] - Travis.

Travis: I'm sure you're gonna win sir. Everybody I know is gonna vote for ya. Y'all know in fact, I was gonna put i of your stickers in my taxi but you know, the company said information technology was against their policy. Only they don't know anything, yous know. They're a bunch of jerks.

Palantine: Let me tell you lot something. I have learned more about America from riding in taxi cabs than in all the limos in the state...Can I ask you something, Travis?

Travis: Sure.

Palantine: What is the one thing about this state that bugs you the nearly?

Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't follow political issues that closely, sir. I don't know.

Palantine: Oh but there must be something.

Travis: Well. [He thinks] Whatever it is, you should clean upward this metropolis here, considering this city here is like an open up sewer you know. Information technology'southward total of filth and scum. And sometimes I can inappreciably take it. Any-whoever becomes the President should just [Travis honks the horn] really make clean it up. You know what I hateful? Sometimes I become out and I smell it, I get headaches it'south and then bad, you know...They but never get away you lot know...It'south like...I recall that the President should but make clean up this whole mess here. Yous should merely flush information technology right downward the fuckin' toilet.

Palantine: Well, uh, I retrieve I know what yous mean Travis. But it'southward not gonna be piece of cake. We're gonna accept to make some radical changes.

Travis: Damn straight.

Palantine: Nice talkin' to yous, Travis. [They milk shake hands]

Travis: Prissy talking to you sir. You're a good man. I know you're gonna win.

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Betsy: Yous've got to be kidding.

Travis: What?

Betsy: This is a muddy movie.

Travis: No, no, this is, this is a movie that, uh, a lot of couples come to, all kinds of couples go hither.

Betsy: Are yous sure about that?

Travis: Sure. I've seen 'em all the time.

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Travis: Where are you going?

Betsy: Accept to leave at present.

Travis: Why?

Betsy: I don't know why I came in here. I don't like these movies.

Travis: Well, I mean, I, you know, I didn't know that you, yous would feel that way about this movie. I don't know much about movies, simply if I...

Betsy: Are these the only kind of movies yous become to?

Travis: Well, yeah, I mean I come - this is non then bad.

Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about every bit heady to me every bit saying: 'Allow's fuck.'

Travis: Uh. In that location are other places I can accept you. There are plenty of other movies I tin can take yous to. I don't know much well-nigh them simply I could take you lot to other places...

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Travis: Why won't yous talk to me? Why don't you lot answer my calls when I call? You think I don't know y'all're here.

Tom: Let'due south not have any trouble.

Travis: You remember I don't know. Y'all think I don't know.

Tom: Would you please leave?

Travis: Get your hands off. [to Betsy] Y'all're in a hell, and you're gonna die in hell like the rest of 'em! You're like the balance of 'em.

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Wizard: Then I picked up these two fags, you know. They're goin' downtown. They're wearing these rhinestone t-shirts. And they commencement arguin'. They start yellin'. The other says: 'You lot bitch.'...I say: 'Await, I don't intendance what you lot exercise in the privacy of your own habitation behind closed doors - this is an American costless country, we got a pursuit of happiness thing, you lot're consenting, you're adult. BUT, you know, uh, you know, in my fucking cab, don't go bustin' heads, you know what I mean? God love you, do what you want.'

Dough Male child: Tell 'em to go to California, 'cause out in California when ii fags divide, 1's got to pay the other one alimony.

Wizard: Groovy. Ah, they're way ahead out in that location, yous know in California. So I had to tell 'em to go out of the fuckin' cab.

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Travis: Well, I know you and I ain't talked too much, you know, but I figured you've been around a lot and so you could...

Magician: Shoot. That'southward why they call me the Wizard.

Travis: I got, information technology's only that I got a, I got a...

Wizard: Things uh, things got ya down?

Travis: Aye.

Wizard: Aye, it happens to the best of us.

Travis: Yeah, I got me a existent down, existent...I just wanna exit and, and yous know like really, really, actually exercise somethin'.

Magician: The taxi life you hateful?

Travis: Yep, well. Naw, I don't know. I just wanna become out. I actually, you know, I really wanna, I got some bad ideas in my head, I just...

Wizard: Await, look at it this way, you know uh, a human, a human being takes a job, you know, and that job, I hateful similar that, and that it becomes what he is. You know like uh, you exercise a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a, I've been a cabbie for seventeen years, ten years at night and I still don't own my own cab. You know why? 'Cause I don't want to. I must be what I, what I desire. You know, to be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. Understand? You, you, y'all go, you lot get a job, you you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn, one guy lives in Sutton Place, yous become a lawyer, another guy'south a doctor, another guy dies, another guy gets well, and you know, people are built-in. I envy you your youth. Get out and become laid. Become drunk, you know, do anything. 'Cause you got no choice anyway. I mean we're all fucked, more than or less you lot know.

Travis: Yes, I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I e'er heard.

Wizard: I'm non Bertrand Russell. Well what do ya want. I'm a cabbie you lot know. What do I know? I mean, I don't even know what the fuck yous're talkin' virtually.

Travis: Yeah I don't know. Maybe I don't know either.

Sorcerer: Don't worry and so much. Relax Killer, you lot're gonna be all right. I know I seen a lot of people and uh, I know.

Travis: That'due south the dumbest thing I ever heard.

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Andy: There you go - a supreme high re-auction weapon. Look at that. Look at that. That's a dazzler. I could sell those guns to some jungle bunny in Harlem for five hundred bucks. Merely I only deal loftier-quality goods to the right people. How nearly that? This might be a little also big for practical purposes in which case for you, I'd recommend .38 snub nose. Look at this. Look at it. That's a beautiful little gun. Information technology'southward nickel-plated, snub olfactory organ, otherwise the same as the service revolver. That'll stop anything that moves. The Magnum - they use that in Africa for killin' elephants. That .38 - it'due south a fine gun. Some of these guns are like toys. That .38 - you go out and hammer nails with it all 24-hour interval, come back and it will cutting expressionless center on target every fourth dimension. It's got a actually overnice action to it and a heck of a whallop. You interested in a automatic? It'southward a Colt .25 Automatic. It'south a prissy little gun. It'south a beautiful little gun. It holds six shots in the clip, one shot in the sleeping accommodation, if you're dumb enough to put a circular in the chamber. Hither, expect at this. 380 Walther, holds eight shots in the clip. That's a nice gun. Now that's a cute fiddling gun. Look at that. During World War 2, they used this gun to supplant the P38. Only given out to officers. Ain't that a little beloved?

Travis: How much for everything?

Andy: Only a jack-ass would carry that cannon in the streets like that. Here. Hither'due south a beautiful manus-made holster I had made in Mexico. $40 dollars...How about dope? Grass. Hash. Coke. Mescaline. Downers. Nebutol. Tuinal. Chloral Hydrates? How about any Uppers? Amphetamines.

Travis: No I'm not interested in that stuff.

Andy: Crystal meth. I tin get ya crystal meth. Nitrous oxide. How about that? How almost a Cadillac? I become ya a brand new Cadillac. With the pink sideslip for 2 grand.

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Travis: Hey, you're a Surreptitious Service homo aren't ya? Huh?

Agent: Just waiting for the Senator.

Travis: You're waiting for the Senator? Oh! That'south a very practiced reply. Shit! I'1000 waitin' for the sun to shine. Yeah. No, the reason I, I asked if you were a Secret Service man, I won't say anything, because I ...I saw some suspicious looking people over there. [Travis points away] Yeah, they were over there, right over there. They were simply here, uh. They were very, very, uh...

Agent: ...suspicious...

Travis: Yeah. Is it hard to get to exist in the Secret Service?

Agent: Why?

Travis: Well, I was just curious, because I call back I'd be skilful at it. Very observant. I was in the Marine Corps you know, I'one thousand practiced with crowds. I'k noticin' the little pin in that location. [Looking at the amanuensis's lapel] That'southward like a signal isn't it?

Agent: Sort of.

Travis: A signal. A hush-hush signal for the Secret Service. Hey, what kind of guns practice you guys comport? .38s, .45s, .357 Magnums, somethin' bigger peradventure?

Agent: Expect, uh, if y'all're really interested, if you give me your name and accost, we'll transport you all the information on how to apply. How'due south that?

Travis: Yous will?

Amanuensis: Sure. [The agent takes out a notepad]

Travis: OK. Why not? My name is Henry Krinkle. K-R-I-North-Thou-L-Due east. 154 Hopper Avenue.

Agent: Hopper?

Travis: Yeah. You know like a rabbit, hip, hop. Ha, ha. Off-white Lawn, New Jersey.

Agent: Is there a zip lawmaking to that Henry?

Travis: Yep, 610452. OK?

Agent: That'southward, uh, six digits.

Travis: Oh, well 61045.

Amanuensis: OK.

Travis: I was thinking of my telephone number.

Agent: Well, I've got it all. Henry, we'll get all the stuff right out to you.

Travis: Thanks a lot. Hey, smashing. Thanks a lot. Hell, Jesus. Exist careful today.

Agent: Right. Will practise.

Travis: Y'all have to exist conscientious in and effectually a place like this. Bye.

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Sport: Officeholder, I swear I'chiliad make clean. I'm only waitin' here for a friend. You gonna bust me for nothin' man?

Travis: I'm non a cop.

Sport: And then why are you askin' me for action?

Travis: [gesturing at Iris] Because she sent me over.

Sport: I suppose that ain't a .38 you lot got in your sock.

Travis: A .38? No. I'm clean homo.

Sport: [noticing Travis' Western boots] Shit. Yous're a real cowboy? That'southward nice, man. That's all right. Fifteen dollars, xv minutes, twenty-five dollars, half an hr.

Travis: Shit.

Sport: A cowboy, huh? I once had a equus caballus, on Coney Island. She got hitting past a machine. Well, take it or get out it. If you want to save yourself some money, don't fuck her. Crusade you'll be dorsum here every night for some more than. Human, she's twelve and a half years former. Yous ain't never had no pussy like that. You tin exercise anything you want with her. Yous can cum on her, fuck her in the mouth, fuck her in the ass, cum on her face, human being. She get your erect so hard she'll brand information technology explode. But no rough stuff, all right?

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Sport: Take hold of you subsequently, copper.

Travis: What'd you say?

Sport: Encounter you later, copper.

Travis: I'one thousand no cop, man.

Sport: Well if you are, it's entrapment already.

Travis: I'm hip.

Sport: [laughs] Buddy, y'all don't look hip.

Travis: [stares]

Sport: Go ahead, accept yourself a skillful fourth dimension.

Travis: [continues to stare]

Sport: You're a funny guy. But looks aren't everything. Go ahead man, take a good time.

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Travis: Are you really twelve and a half?

Iris: Listen mister, information technology'southward your fourth dimension. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your fourth dimension is upwards. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing]

Travis: How former are you? You won't tell me? What's your name?

Iris: Easy.

Travis: That'southward not whatsoever kind of proper noun.

Iris: That'south easy to think.

Travis: Yeah, just what's your existent proper noun?

Iris: I don't like my real name.

Travis: At present what'due south your existent proper noun?

Iris: Iris.

Travis: Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice proper name.

Iris: Huh! That's what you remember. [Iris begins to remove her top]

Travis: No, don't practice that. Don't practice that. Don't you remember me? Remember when yous got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to accept y'all away. He pulled y'all away.

Iris: I don't remember that.

Travis: Y'all don't retrieve any of that?

Iris: No.

Travis: Well. that's all correct. I'one thousand gonna get you out of here.

Iris: So nosotros'd better make it or Sport will go mad. So how do you want to make it?

Travis: I don't want to make it. Who'southward Sport?

Iris: Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands upward and begins unbuckling the chugalug on his pants] Y'all want to make it like this?

Travis: Mind, uh, listen, hey, can I tell yous somethin'. But y'all're the 1 that came into my cab. Y'all're the one that wanted to leave of here.

Iris: Well, I must have been stoned.

Travis: Why, what do you hateful? Do they drug yous?

Iris: Oh come off it, human.

Travis: [Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are y'all doin'?

Iris: Don't you lot desire to arrive?

Travis: No, I don't want to brand it. I want to help you.

Iris: Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa]

Travis: Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the affair with you?

Iris: Mister, you lot don't accept to make it mister.

Travis: Goddamn information technology. Don't you lot want to exit of here? Can't yous empathize why I came here?

Iris: I think I empathise, uh. I tried to go into your cab one dark and y'all want to come and take me abroad. Is that it?

Travis: Yeah, but don't you want to go?

Iris: I can exit anytime I want to.

Travis: Well then, what about that i night?

Iris: Await, I was stoned. That'due south why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no identify else to go. Then they merely, uh, protect me from myself.

Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried.

Iris: I understand, and it means somethin', really.

Travis: Oh await, can I see you again?

Iris: Ha, ha, that'due south not hard to do.

Travis: No, I don't mean like that. I hateful, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do.

Iris: All right. How about breakfast tomorrow?

Travis: Tomorrow when?

Iris: I become up at nearly one o'clock.

Travis: And so long, Iris. Run across you lot tomorrow. Sweetness Iris.

---

Iris: Why do you lot want me to go dorsum to my parents? I mean they detest me. Why practice you recollect I divide in the first place? There ain't nothin' there.

Travis: Yeah, but you can't alive like this. It's hell. Girls should live at home.

Iris: Didn't you lot ever hear of women's lib?

Travis: What practice you hateful 'women'due south lib'? You sure are a young girl. Y'all should be at dwelling now. You lot should be dressed upwards. You should be goin' out with boys. Y'all should exist goin' to school. You know, that kind of stuff.

Iris: Oh god, are y'all square.

Travis: Hey I'grand not foursquare. You're the ane that'south foursquare. Yous're full of shit, human. What are you talkin' well-nigh? Y'all walk out with those fuckin' creeps and lowlifes and degenerates out on the street and you sell your, sell your little pussy for nothin' human being. For some lowlife pimp - stands in a hall. I'm, I'g square? Yous're the ane that's foursquare, man. I don't get screw and fuck with a agglomeration of killers and junkies the fashion you do. You call that bein' hip? What globe are you from?

Iris: Who's a 'killer'?

Travis: That guy Sport's a killer. That'southward who's a killer.

Iris: Sport never killed nobody.

Travis: He killed someone.

Iris: He's a Libra.

Travis: He'south a what?

Iris: I'm a Libra too. That's why we get along and so well.

Travis: Looks like a killer to me.

Iris: I think that, that Cancers brand the best lovers, but god, my whole family are air signs.

Travis: He's also a dope shooter.

---

Iris: And then what makes you so high and mighty. Will you tell me that? Didn't you ever try lookin' in your own eyeballs in the mirror?

Travis: So what are yous gonna do most Sport, that ol' bounder?

Iris: When?

Travis: When you leave.

Iris: I don't know. I just go out him, I guess.

Travis: Y'all just gonna leave?

Iris: Yes, they got plenty of other girls.

Travis: Yeah, only yous just can't do that. What are you lot gonna do?

Iris: What do you want me to do? Call the cops?

Travis: What? The cops don't do nothin'. You know that.

Iris: Hey wait. Sport never treated me bad. I mean he didn't beat me up or anything like that once.

Travis: Just you tin't allow him to do the same to other girls. You tin't allow him to do that. He is the lowest kind of person in the world. Somebody's got to do something to him. He'due south the scum of the earth. He's the worst south-due south-sucking scum I take ever, ever seen. Y'all know what he told me most you? He called you names. He chosen you a little slice of chicken.

Iris: He doesn't, he doesn't hateful that. I'll motion upward to one of them communes in Vermont.

Travis: I never seen a district earlier, merely I don't know, yous know, I saw some pictures in one case in a magazine - didn't look very make clean.

Iris: Well why don't you come up to the commune with me?

Travis: Why not cum, come up in a commune with you? Oh no.

Iris: Why non?

Travis: I don't, I don't become to places similar that.

Iris: Oh come on, why non?

Travis: No, I don't go forth with people like that.

Iris: Are yous a Scorpion?

Travis: What?

Iris: That'southward it. Y'all're a Scorpion. I tin can tell every time.

Travis: Besides, I gotta stay here.

Iris: Come on, why?

Travis: I got somethin' very of import to do.

Iris: Oh, so what'south so important?

Travis: Doin' somethin' for the government. Cab thing is but role-time.

Iris: Are yous a narc?

Travis: Practice I await like a narc?

Iris: Yeah. [laughing]

Travis: I am a narc.

Iris: God, I don't know who's weirder, you lot or me? Sure you don't want to come with me?

Travis: Well, I tell ya what I'thou gonna practise. I'grand gonna give ya the money to go.

Iris: Oh no, await, y'all don't accept to exercise that.

Travis: No, no. I want you to have it. I don't want ya to take anything from them. And I wanna do it. I don't have annihilation better to do with my money. I might be goin' away for a while.

---

Iris: I don't like what I'chiliad doin,' Sport.

Sport: Oh infant, I never wanted you to like what you're doin'. If y'all ever liked what you're doing, you wouldn't be my woman.

Iris: You lot never spend any time with me anymore.

Sport: Why I got to nourish to business concern baby. You miss your man, don't ya? I don't like to exist away from you lot either. You lot know how I feel most you lot. I depend on you. I'd exist lost without y'all. Don't you e'er forget that - how much I need you. Come up to me baby. Let me hold you. When I hold you close to me like this, I feel and then good. I merely wish every man could know what it's like to exist loved by you... God, it's good so close. Y'all know at times like this, I know I'm i lucky man. Touchin' a adult female who wants me and needs me. That's the mode yous and I keeps it together.

---

Travis: How's everything in the pimp business? Huh?

Sport: Don't I know you?

Travis: No, practise I know yous?

Sport: Exit of here. Come on, get lost.

Travis: Practice I know yous? How'south Iris? You know Iris.

Sport: No, I don't know nobody named Iris. Iris. Come on. Get out of here man.

Travis: You don't know everyone by the name of Iris?

Sport: I don't know nobody named Iris.

Travis: No?

Sport: Hey - go dorsum to your fuckin' tribe earlier y'all become hurt, huh man. Do me a favor, I don't want no trouble huh? OK?

Travis: You got a gun?

Sport: [He throws his lit cigarette at Travis' chest, causing sparks to fly, and so kicks him] Get the fuck out of here homo! Leave of here.

Travis: Suck on this. [shoots him in the belly]

---

Betsy: Hullo, Travis.

Travis: Hello. [Long pause as they exchange looks in the rear-view mirror] I hear Palantine got the nomination.

Betsy: Aye. It won't be long now. Seventeen days.

Travis: I promise he wins.

Betsy: I read about y'all in the papers. How are you?

Travis: Oh, it was nothin' really. I got over that. Papers always accident these things up. Just a lilliputian stiffness. That's all. [The cab arrives at her destination and she steps out, speaking to him through the open, driver side window]

Betsy: Travis? How much was it?

Travis: And so long...

Taglines [edit]

• On every street in every city in this state there'south a nobody who dreams of being a somebody. He's a alone forgotten human desperate to prove that he's alive.

Bandage [edit]

• Robert De Niro - Travis Bickle
• Cybill Shepherd - Betsy
• Jodie Foster - Iris
• Harvey Keitel - Sport
• Peter Boyle - Wizard
• Leonard Harris - Sen. Charles Palantine
• Albert Brooks - Tom

External links [edit]

• Taxi Driver quotes at the Internet Flick Database
• Taxi Driver at Rotten Tomatoes
• Taxi Driver at Filmsite.org
• Taxi Driver review at SimplyScripts
• Taxi Driver screenplay at Dailyscript

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