Taxi Driver (1976) - Quotes

Betsy: You've got to be kidding.

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

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

Travis: I'm sure you're gonna win sir. Everybody I know is gonna vote for ya. You know in fact, I was gonna put one of your stickers in my taxi but you know, the company said it was against their policy. But they don't know anything, you know. They're a bunch of jerks.

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

Travis: Sure.

Palantine: What is the one thing about this country that bugs you the most?

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: [He thinks; Travis honks the horn] Well. Whatever it is, you should clean up this city here, because this city here is like an open sewer you know. It's full of filth and scum. And sometimes I can hardly take it. Whatever-whoever becomes the President should just really clean it up. You know what I mean? Sometimes I go out and I smell it, I get headaches it's so bad, you know...They just never go away you know...It's like...I think that the President should just clean up this whole mess here. You should just flush it right down the fuckin toilet.

Palantine: Well, uh, I think I know what you mean Travis. But it's not gonna be easy. We're gonna have to make some radical changes.

Travis: Damn straight.

Palantine: [They shake hands] Nice talkin to you, Travis.

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

Betsy: You know what you remind me of?

Travis: What?

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

Travis: Who's that?

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

Travis: You sayin that about me?

Betsy: Who else would I be talkin about?

Travis: I'm no pusher. I never have pushed.

Betsy: No, no. Just the part about the contradictions. You are that.

Travis: [about Tom] I would say he has quite a few problems. His energy seems to go in the wrong places. When I walked in and I saw you two sitting there, I could just tell by the way you were both relating that there was no connection whatsoever. And I felt when I walked in that there was something between us. There was an impulse that we were both following. So that gave me the right to come in and talk to you. Otherwise I never would have felt that I had the right 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 you feel that way?

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

Travis: ...That fellow you work with. I don't like him. Not that I don't like him, I just think he's silly. I don't think he respects you.

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

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

Betsy: You mean "organized"?

Travis: Organiziezed. Organiziezed - it's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-E-Z-D.

Betsy: Oh, you mean Organizized'. Like those little signs they have in offices that say "Thimk".

Concession Girl: Can I help you?

Travis: Yeah, what's your name? My name's Travis.

Concession Girl: That's nice, what can do for you?

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

Concession Girl: Give me a break.

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

Concession Girl: Do you want me to call the manager.

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

Concession Girl: Troy!

Travis: Alright, okay, I'm just, okay. Can I have Chuckles? Do you have any jujus? They last longer, I'd like to get some jujus.

Concession Girl: What you see is what we got.

Travis: [[w:Coca-Cola|Coca-Cola] I'll take these. ]?

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

Travis: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, 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 you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.

Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?

Travis: [He quickly flexes both arms, causing her to laugh] Yeah. What do ya say? It's a little hard standing here and asking...Five minutes, that's all, just outside. Right around here. I'm there to protect ya. Come on, just take a little break.

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

Travis: Four o'clock today?

Betsy: Yes.

Travis: I'll be here.

Betsy: I'm sure you will.

Travis: All right, four p.m.

Betsy: Right.

Travis: Outside in front?

Betsy: Yeah.

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

Betsy: Travis.

Travis: Appreciate this, Betsy.

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

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

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

Travis: [[President of the United States|President] Well, I'm sure he'd make a good ]. I don't know exactly what his policies are, but I'm sure he'd make a good one.

Betsy: Do you want to canvass?

Travis: Yeah, I'll canvass.

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

Betsy: First push the man, then the issue. Senator Palantine is a dynamic man, an intelligent, interesting, fresh, fascinating...

Tom: Forgot sexy.

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

Tom: Listen to what you're saying. You sound like you're selling mouthwash.

Betsy: We are selling mouthwash.

Tom: Are we authorized to do that?

Travis: I can't sleep nights.

Personnel Officer: There's porno theaters for that.

Travis: I know. I tried that.

Personnel Officer: So whaddaya do now?

Travis: I ride around nights mostly. Subways, buses. Figure you know, I'm gonna do that, I might as well get paid for it.

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

Travis: I'll work any time, anywhere.

Personnel Officer: Will ya work Jewish holidays?

Travis: Any time, anywhere.

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

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

Passenger: [to Travis; [w:nigger|nigger; [w:.44 Magnum|.44 Magnum; [w:pussy|pussy] You see the woman in the window? Do you see the woman in the window?...I want you to see that woman, because that's my wife. But that's not my apartment. That's not my apartment. You know who lives there? Huh? I mean, you wouldn't know who lives there - I'm just saying, "But you know who lives there?" Huh? A ] lives there. How do ya like that? And I'm gonna, I'm gonna kill her. There's nothing else. I'm gonna kill her. What do you think of that? Hmm? I said What do you think of that? Don't answer. You don't have to answer everything. I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna kill her with a ] pistol. I have a .44 Magnum pistol. I'm gonna kill her with that gun. Did you ever see what a .44 Magnum pistol can do to a woman's face? I mean it'll fucking destroy it. Just blow her right apart. That's what it can do to her face. Now, did you ever see what it can do to a woman's ]? That you should see. You should see what a .44 Magnum's gonna do to a woman's pussy you should see. I know, I know you must think that I'm, you know... You must think I'm pretty sick or something, you know, you must think I'm pretty sick. Right? You must think I'm pretty sick? Hmm? Right? I'll betcha, I'll betcha you really think I'm sick right? You think I'm sick? You think I'm sick? You don't have to answer. I'm paying for the ride. You don't have to answer.

Iris father: [in a letter to Travis; [Pittsburgh] Dear Mr. Bickle: I can't say how happy Mrs. Steensma and I were to hear that you are well and recuperating. We tried to visit you at the hospital when we were in New York to pick up Iris. But you were still in a coma. There is no way we can repay you for returning our Iris to us. We thought we had lost her, and now our lives are full again. Needless to say, you are something of a hero around this household. I'm sure you want to know about Iris. She's back in school and working hard. The transition has been very hard for her as you can well imagine. But we have taken steps to see she has never cause to run away again. In conclusion, Mrs. Steensma and I would like to again thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Unfortunately, we cannot afford to come to New York again, to thank you in person or we surely would. But if you should ever come to ], you would find yourself a most welcome guest in our home. Our Deepest Thanks, Burt and Ivy Steensma.

Senator Charles Palantine: We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.

Senator Charles Palantine: [[Walt Whitman; [American literature|American poet; [Vietnam; [unemployment; [inflation; [crime; [corruption] ], that great ], spoke for all of us when he said: "I am the man. I suffered. I was there." Today, I say to you, We Are The People, we suffered, we were there. We the People suffered in ]. We the People suffered, we still suffer from ], ], ] and ].

Senator Charles Palantine: [[Miami] When we came up with our slogan, "We are the People," when I said let the people rule, I felt that I was being somewhat overly optimistic. I must tell you that I am more optimistic now than ever before. The people are rising to the demands that I have made on them. The people are beginning to rule. I feel it is a groundswell. I know it will continue through the primary. I know it will continue in ]. And I know it will rise to an unprecedented swell in November.

Travis Bickle: Now, I see it clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. I see that now. There never has been any choice for me.

Travis Bickle: [in a note] Dear Iris: This money should be used for your trip. By the time you read this, I will be dead. Travis.

Travis Bickle: [in an anniversary card to his parents; [July] Dear Father and Mother: ] is the month I remember which brings not only your wedding anniversary but also Father's Day and Mother's birthday. I'm sorry I can't remember the exact dates, but I hope this card will take care of them all. I'm sorry again I cannot send you my address like I promised to last year. But the sensitive nature of my work for the government demands utmost secrecy. I know you will understand. I am healthy and well and making lots of money. I have been going with a girl for several months and I know you would be proud if you could see her. Her name is Betsy but I can tell you no more than that...I hope this card finds you all well as it does me. I hope no one has died. Don't worry about me. One day, they'll be a knock on the door and it'll be me. Love, Travis.

Travis Bickle: [[w:AFI's 100 Years... 100 Movie Quotes|American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4vGsryZ0C8 Watch Here:] *Note: bolded portion ranked #10 in the ] in American cinema.

Travis Bickle: [looking in the mirror; draws; reholsters; draws gun from concealed forearm holster; reholsters; turns around to look behind him; whips out his gun again; draws his gun] Yeah. Huh? Huh? Huh? Faster than you, you fuckin son of a...I saw you comin', you fuck. Shit-heel. I'm standin here. You make the move. You make the move. It's your move. Huh? Don't try it, you fuck. You talkin to me? You talkin to me? You talkin to me? Well, then who the Hell else are you talking- You talking to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? kay. Huh? (Listen you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. Who would not let- 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 someone who stood up. Here is...) You're dead.

Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time. True force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.

Travis Bickle: June 29. I gotta get in shape now. Too much sittin is ruinin my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on, it will be fifty push-ups each morning, fifty pull-ups. There'll be no more pills, there'll be no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on, it will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.

Travis Bickle: Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man. June 8. My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.

Travis Bickle: I realize now how much she's just like the others - cold and distant, and many people are like that. Women for sure. They're like a union.

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: [talking on the phone to Betsy; [coffee; [flowers] Hello Betsy. Hi, it's Travis. How ya doin'? Listen, uh, I'm, I'm 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 have taken ya somewhere else. Uh, are you feeling better or oh you maybe had a virus or somethin', a 24-hour virus you know. It happens. Yeah, umm, you uh, you're workin hard. Yeah. Uh, would you like to have, uh, some dinner, uh with me in the next, you know, few days or somethin'? Well, how about just a cup of ]? I'll come by the, uh, headquarters or somethin', we could, uh... Oh, OK, OK. Did you get my ] in the...? You didn't get them? I sent some flowers, uh...Yeah, well, OK, OK. Can I call you again? Uh, tomorrow or the next day? OK. No, I'm gonna...OK. Yeah, sure, OK. So long.

Travis Bickle: I called Betsy again at her office and she said maybe we'd go to a movie together after she gets off work tomorrow. That's my day off. At first she hesitated but I called her again and then she agreed. Betsy, Betsy. Oh no, Betsy what? I forgot to ask her last name again. Damn. I got to remember stuff like that.

Travis Bickle: May 26. Four o'clock p.m. I took Betsy to Charles Coffee Shop on Columbus Circle. I had black coffee and apple pie with a slice of melted yellow cheese. I think that was a good selection. Betsy had coffee and a fruit salad dish. She could have had anything she wanted.

Travis Bickle: I first saw her at Palantine Campaign headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. She was wearing a white dress. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They...cannot...touch...her.

Travis Bickle: 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 someone should become a person like other people.

Travis Bickle: Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don't end.

Travis Bickle: 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.

Travis Bickle: [[God; [rain; [animals; [Prostitution|whores; [Homosexuality|buggers; [Transgender|queens; [LGBT|fairies; [Illegal drug trade|dopers; [Addiction|junkies; [Bronx; [Brooklyn; [Harlem] May 10. Thank ] for the ] which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I'm working long hours now, six in the afternoon to six in the morning. Sometimes even eight in the morning, six days a week. Sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real busy. I can take in three, three fifty a week. Sometimes even more when I do it off the meter. All the ] come out at night - ], skunk pussies, ], ], ], ], ], sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the ], ], I take em to ]. I don't care. Don't make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won't even take spooks. Don't make no difference to me.

Travis Bickle: [Travis is trying his guns on the mirror] Huh? Huh? [Draws]

Travis Bickle: Faster than you, fucking son of a... Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel. [Reholsters]

Travis Bickle: I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move... [Draws]

Travis Bickle: Don't try it you fuck. [Reholsters]

Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK. [Draws]

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