Taxi Driver


Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.

Cab dispatcher: How’s your driving record? Clean?
Travis Bickle: Clean. Just like my conscience.

Travis Bickle: You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin’ to? You talkin’ to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? Ok.

Cab Dispatcher: Can you drive to the Bronx? Manhattan?
Travis: Anytime. Anywhere.
Cab Dispatcher: Do you work on Jewish holidays?
Travis: Anytime. Anywhere.

Cab dispatcher: Why do you want to drive a cab?
Travis: I can’t sleep at nights.
Cab Dispatcher: There’s porno theaters for that.

Travis: 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: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.

Travis Bickle: Loneliness has been following me my whole life.

Travis Bickle: You’re only as healthy as you feel.

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: One of these days I gotta get myself organizized.
Betsy: Organizized? Dont you mean organized?
Travis: No, organizized.
Betsy: Oh, like that sign that says “Thimk.”

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 ruining my body. Too much abuse is going on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. 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: Someday a real rain will come and wipe this scum off the streets.

Wizard: You get a job. You become the job.

Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.