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.

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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.